Rachael Montgomery, an established artist, is unhappily married to her husband Chris for thirty years. She becomes involved with Thomas Mattingly, a man she happened to meet at an Oceanfront restaurant along the coast of Maine. Against the advice of her dearest friend, Connie, she had several meetings with this man from Michigan and started to have feelings for him. Rachael soon had a decision to make and knew it would be the most important one she ever had to make in her lifetime.
Entering the restaurant, Rachael looked for her favorite booth, tucked way back in the corner just beyond the steamy shaft of dusty sunlight that was now stretching across the room. Of course, it was closer to the kitchen than she would have preferred, but was still her favorite. She noticed the ever-so-faint smell of coffee grounds. She had been coming here for many months now and was well known by the employees and considered some of them her friends, one of the waitresses in particular. When she used to come in regularly with her husband, they’d always look for this same corner booth that allowed them to be alone with each other. Now whenever Rachael came in, she always sought out the same booth, or a table as close to this booth as possible. When she walked past the counter area toward the booth, the aroma of pastries and freshly perked coffee greeted her. Midmornings were always like that and employees of surrounding businesses were gathering to spend their first break of the day. She could hear the murmuring of the patrons as she walked through the restaurant, and it all seemed to flow together in indistinguishable mutterings. As she reached the booth, she quickly sat down, not noticing the man sitting in the booth directly across from her.
He was a rather tall man and looked to be in his fifties, with dark hair, except for some light graying at the temples. This only added to his handsomeness, she’d soon notice. He’d been waiting for his lunch to be served and noticed Rachael the moment she entered the restaurant. He didn’t overlook the fact that she was quite attractive, in a regal sort of way. She walked with such confidence and poise. I just have to meet this very lovely lady. Thinking that, his eyes wandered to the third finger of her left hand and instantly he knew she belonged to another. As he was about to dismiss the sudden interest she had aroused in him, he saw her quickly wipe away a tear as she sat down. He was sure he wasn’t mistaken, and although he didn’t know why, he had the strongest desire to comfort her. But he also didn’t have the slightest idea what he’d say. Thomas hadn’t had too much experience with women. He had dated a few, but never seemed to meet anyone to make him sit up and take notice…that is until now, he thought, as his eyes made their way back to the booth across from him...