The small Adair carriage bounced along the dirt and gravel road as quickly as the drivers would dare in the near darkness. The air was damp and smelled like rain. All around, the frogs and the night insects carried on loudly announcing their presence.
Delaney sat on the plush deep blue seats of the carriage and nervously turned her ring around and around on her finger until the movement actually began to make her skin sting. The cool breeze blew in, ruffling her hair, and the moisture caused it to curl up. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was finally going to see her husband again after all this time.
