Barefoot Beaches: A Spirited Romance on the South Brunswick Islands

Madison stood on the tarmac in the early
September sun, waiting as her luggage was loaded
from the limo into the plane. It was time to climb the
metal grid stairs to the opened door of the plane, but
she wasn’t at all sure she could do this. Small planes
scared the hell out of her. And even though this was a
large corporate commuter, it was still small compared
to the other planes she’d flown on.
She took a deep breath and sighed as she realized
that now, there was no one here to push herâ€"no
governess, no headmaster, no Dean of Women, and
most of all, no father. It was still hard to believe that
she had buried him just last week.
Yes, she could run out. She could get back in the
limo and direct the driver to take her
anywhere…anywhere in the world. But if she ran out,
then what? She would only be running out on herself.
Of all the challenges she’d had in her life, why was
this one turning out to be the hardest?