Little specks lit the night sky. I watched them silently as I leaned against the door frame. It was almost two in the morning, and we were about to leave. I could hear the bullfrogs croaking through the night air. Their sound soothing rather than annoying, it fit right in with the country life Roger and his family lived. Every moment was even better than the last in this place. I thought to myself if I ever got to choose a way of life and where to live it, this would be perfect. I would love to live in an old country home, secluded from the sounds of the city, with my family. How great it would be to breathe in the fresh air on a daily basis and to live a simple, peaceful life. I laid eyes on Roger as he walked across the lawn. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes were filled with questions and concern. I knew he would never have the guts to ask the questions he wanted to ask. “Hey there, beautiful,”
