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The night before Terri's and Stiles' Andros anniversary, Stiles took another walk on the beach to see if little gallery he'd found had any new paintings. The owner of the gallery said TF would have brought new paintings by then. A painting of the island at sunset caught his attention immediately. In the foreground of the piece was a small cove and in the background was a glass house on a hill. Stiles was sure it was the same house he and Terri had fallen in love with.

Sam recognized Stiles and came out to greet him. "I hoped you'd come back; I was just about to close. Nice isn't it? We just got it this morning. I'm surprised it's still here."

"Yeah, it's very nice. I've seen that house, but I don't remember that cove being in front of it. Do you know the spot?"

"No, not really, there are a lot of little coves around here. Sorry."

"That's okay. I was just curious why the artist would move the house. How much are you asking for it?"

"$1,000"

"$1,000? That's why it's still here! That's a bit steep."

Sam chuckled. "Sorry, no bargains on that one. I rarely keep her work more than a couple of days.

Stiles smirked at the owner and handed over his credit card. He couldn't believe he was spending $1,000 on a painting, but there was just something about it; he had to have it. He did manage to convince Sam to pay cover the shipping.

Stiles took a photo of his new painting and headed back to the hotel. The more he looked at it, the more he thought about Terri and their promise five years ago-five years from tomorrow evening; the promise to come back to the island. He'd forgotten that he was supposed to be buying something for Kara.

T&S

Kay McCavoy was also on the beach that night. She had two other paintings for Sam. To avoid drawing attention to herself, Kay always delivered the paintings to Sam right after he closed or early in the morning before he opened. She'd only been able to get him one that morning because of work. Tonight she was in a hurry. At midnight, she was going to their spot. It was time to add one last thing to the capsule.

As she approached the gallery, Kay saw that Sam had a customer. She looked at her watch; she didn't have much time. She wanted to be at the cove at exactly midnight. Just as she was about to leave, the customer came out of the store and headed her direction. Kay thought, 'he has a build a lot like Stiles,' then chided herself. 'That's just wishful thinking silly, Stiles isn't here.'

As the man got closer to Kay, he looked down at his phone. As he passed Kay, he looked up. 'Stiles?' Terri had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from calling out to him. 'He remembered!' She was so excited that she practically skipped to the store and couldn't wipe the grin from her face. She wanted to drop the paintings and run after him, but controlled herself. It had been a long time, but she couldn't risk their lives on an impulse.

"Hi Kay. You look awfully happy this evening!"

"I guess you could say that I am."

"Well, I've got one more thing to add to your joy, though I don't think your smile could get any bigger."

Terri blushed at the last comment; she was very happy, but she didn't want it to show quite so much. "I just got some good news, that's all. I've got the other paintings for you."

"Great. I just sold the one you brought in this morning—another quick turnaround."

"To the guy who just left?"

"Yeah. He was pretty mesmerized by it. He said something about the house being moved or a cove that isn't there. I told him I didn't know anything about that. Did you change something?"

She could only nod. Stiles' reaction made Terri smile even broader. He had bought one of her paintings, the one with their dream house in it and their special place. She had waited four years to see him. Terri Freemont Stiles AKA Kay McCavoy had waited four very long, very hard, very lonely years to see her husband again.

She made her way to the secluded cove hoping that Stiles would wait until the following evening to go. It had been four years, 364 days, and 21 minutes from the day she and Stiles buried their hearts in the sand of this small cove. Terri spent the last few moments before midnight writing one last letter to her husband:

"Dear Stiles,

In exactly 21 minutes, it will be our anniversary. It will be five years since our visit here. Five years since we promised to return. I'm adding this letter and a journal to our time capsule. It's four years of my thoughts, four years of my life, four years of my conversations with you.

I remember our wedding day like it was yesterday. I didn't know I could feel so much love until I fell for you. No one ever made me feel the way you always could—even when I was mad at you, you could make me smile."

Terri paused. For the first time in four years, the words just weren't flowing, not the way she wanted them to. It was as if she didn't have anything to say. She couldn't concentrate on writing because she was thinking about seeing Stiles earlier.

After a few moments of wishful thinking, Terri continued her last letter:

"I often wondered if you would remember; I wondered if you would come. Then tonight, I saw you. You walked right past me on your way from the gallery. I'm sure it was you, it had to be you! I wanted to scream your name, grab your arm, hold you, tell you how much I miss you, how much I still love you, but I was afraid. After all these years, would you understand? Do you understand?"

"The painting, the one that you bought tonight, I did it. It's a combination of our favorite places here. Maybe, just maybe we can visit them together one more time?"

Terri didn't sign the letter. Terri reached in the "capsule" and took out the two items she and Stiles placed there so long ago. She removed both items and replaced them with her journal and the new letter. Then she thought about Stiles again. What if he came here? Then she smiled. If he came, he would see the letter and the journal. He would know she was alive and he would look for her. No, she was certain he would come. He was on the island on their anniversary; he would come. Terri removed the letter and wrote a another short message to Stiles on the outside of the letter.

"Stiles, I'll understand if you've moved on with your life, but I'd like to see you one last time, to say goodbye . . ."

This time she signed her real name and wrote in her address. Now all she could do was hope and wait.