“You can sail in New York,” he confirmed. “I’ll take you sailing on the Hudson someday,” he promised, stepping sideways and taking me with him. He danced me around the dilapidated old shed, waltzing to silent music, laughing. “Down to Battery Park, past Ellis Island and across to the Statue of Liberty.” “We can do that?” Our dance slowed to a stop. “I’m pretty sure we can do anything, Charlotte,” he whispered, before leaning in to kiss me. - Saving Wishes