The screen was set upon a magnificent, historic stage that was adorned on either side with heavy, red velvet curtains. For the first time, she heard the words she had scripted, saw Lake Superior’s shoreline communities through her husband’s eyes, and marveled at the beauty of the lake she loved. Ryan was seated on the aisle, just beside her, while Nic was on her right. Ryan reached for her hand at the beginning of the film and held it tenderly as each scene transitioned smoothly into the next. From start to finish, Lake Views was a heartfelt film that deserved the exuberant applause it received once the credits rolled down the length of the screen. Ryan wrapped his arm around her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “What did you think?” he asked with eagerness and affection. He wanted her to love the film, and she did. “Amazing,” she said, kissing him on the lips. “You were right. It was so much fun for me to wait, and see it in its entirety. So, so good!” “You have no idea how good it makes me feel to hear you say that,”
