On the fifth morning as we prepared for another day’s walk, I made my way down to the edge of the sea to marvel at the pinks and purples the reflection of the sunrise made on the clouds. Aurie came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me, kissing my neck.

“Good morning, beautiful Betty,” she whispered.

I stood still, contemplating just how she’d slipped herself into my life without my notice. I hadn’t had sex with her in the short time we’d been on the ro...