The only indication that there was anyone inside his home at all was the steady curl of smoke rising from the chimney. It might have been spring, but his drafty old house was cold most of the year. Only in the hottest part of the summer did the fireplace remain empty. They would sleep with the windows open on those nights, pajamas unnecessary. She felt heat rise in her cheeks at the memories creeping into her mind. There had been happiness in her past. She only hoped that one day she could find it again.