Topsail Island Tango

It had been two weeks since the wedding, just long enough for Mim to say goodbye to her friends and family. And though it seemed like a dream, they were packing, getting ready to leave for Detroit. What at first had seemed exciting was now scary, and the eighteen-year-old felt unsure about the decisions she had made in the last few months. She wanted to wake up from this dream, to be a girl once again, to walk on the beach with her dog and run up and down the sand dunes. Most of all she wanted her father to wrap his arms around her and make everything right again. Oh, how she missed him, and wished he was there to guide her and make things right again.