Darion walked slowly out of the cold, corporate lobby rubbing his temples gently with both hands. He thought things would have gone differently. How had he been so wrong? As he ruminated, a gust of wind sent red autumn leaves falling down on his head.

The wind was strong, but no match for her spirit. She had been planning for weeks, taking the family boat out each day to ensure she would pass the sailing exam. Her father would be watching. After last year, failure was not an option. She approached the school with purpose.