Dreaming of Home. Glynna Kaye

beautiful woman with Joe, but also noticing her naturally warm, Hispanic skin tone. A skin tone that once upon a time she herself would have died to have. And almost did. Bet this woman never had to resort to a tanning bed for that healthy, golden-hued glow.

      She swallowed the lump in her throat. “What was her name?”

      “Selena.” Bill kept his eyes on the road.

      Her gaze rested a moment longer on the captivating face. Selena. The woman for whom Joe still wore his wedding band. She shifted her attention to the image of Joe and the newborn he cradled. Joe, dashing in his Navy whites. Confident. Proud. A new dad with the world by the tail. The future in his arms.