Six months later he launched his own company. Eighteen months after that, business magazines were calling him one of the youngest self-made billionaires in America.

He had everything he once thought he wanted. And he still kept Cassandra’s engagement ring in a locked drawer in his Seattle penthouse.

The seat belt sign lit as the plane hit turbulence. A sudden drop made several passengers gasp, and from economy, Violet began to cry. Damon heard Cassandra soothing her.

“It’s okay, baby. The clouds are just dancing with us.”

The words struck him with painful familiarity. Cassandra had always turned fear into something beautiful. During thunderstorms she called thunder the sound of clouds moving furniture.

When they couldn’t pay the electric bill, she lit candles and called it indoor camping.