Adrian walked into the kitchen, carrying a fresh armload of wood for the stove.

He set the logs down in the bin and brushed the bark off his sleeves.

“The boat rental shop down the road needs an assistant manager,” Adrian said, pouring himself a glass of water.

“I spoke to the owner this morning,” Adrian added.

“Did you take the job?” I asked, leaning against the counter.

“I did,” Adrian said, looking out at the water.

“He asked if I had any experience with engines,” Adrian said.

“I told him I was good at solving problems,” Adrian added.

He walked over and put his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“We have enough saved to buy the kids new bicycles for the summer,” Adrian said.

“They want the ones with the training wheels,” I said, turning to face him.

“We can get three matching ones,” Adrian said.

His gray eyes were clear, free of the dark circles and the constant watchfulness that had defined them for so long.

He looked like a man who slept through the night.