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Taylor refused to just go through the motions of life She’d been there, done that with Neil, and during the afterh thoseher childhood with the parents she’d never been able to please, so she’d faded into the background instead She’d existed without really living She wouldn’t go back

Not now that she’d gotten a glimpse of what life truly could be

What she was determined it would be

She went out dancing She went to the lake with friends She found an art class, got access to a kiln, and started a piece, but had started over several tiht, that what she was uncovering wasn’t as really hidden in the clay She’d even white-water rafted with a group from work She lived, took chances, was the first to volunteer to try so new Some she enjoyed, so what she liked and disliked It was a good life

Shehe was there to share her adventures, to share everything Oh, how she missed his easy smile and twinkly eyes Earlier that day, restless, she’d driven out to the farn had been placed at the end of the drive Her heart broke a little at the knowledge she’d never sit on the front porch again, or fish in the pond, orantique bed with its hand-stitched quilt

But life went on without Jack Morgan

Perhaps not as brightly or as sweet an adventure, but life was good

If she’d learned nothing else, she’d learned she had control over her attitude and the direction of her life She refused to let it be bad

The piece of clay she’d been working on again earlier, however, was a different story That was bad In the corner of her bedroom, the box into which she’d packed her supplies called to her as surely as if someone were locked inside and pleaded for her to rescue them

Unable to resist the siren call any longer, she flipped on the la room combo Within minutes she had a protective plastic cover spread over the sers were covered in clay I deep in her soul and she began to pinch away bits of clay,picks and wooden sticks to free whatever, whoever was trapped inside the clay

Herself, she thought Jack had been right when he’d interpreted the piece she’d given to Aed from the clay

When she’d originally realized that hat kept happening, Taylor had wondered if her art was ether puzzle pieces of herself, slowly letting who she was co back to a whole

As her hands worked, a smile lifted her cheeks

She truly felt whole