Two months into my new life and the passion that school brings proves the career path on which my feet tread is the right one. Even while sweating it out in a stuffy kitchen in the middle of one of the hottest summers on record, my smile cannot be detached. Something about baking bread comforts my soul like a heated blanket comforts my body on a frigid night.

Thoughts of Donovan, both fanciful and lascivious, have returned to my core. Each note Kate and Alex exchange becomes more heartfelt, more meaningful, more loving, and more admitting. Anticipation always enrobes me when a letter from Alex is due. If Donovan isn't sane in our distorted reality, then I'm not either.