Chapter 4

Her gray hair had more white threaded through it, but the thick braid she wore it in was exactly the same. His hair would probably do that, too. He’d started going gray at thirty, just like she had. Upon his entrance, she glanced up, but when her gaze caught on him hovering in the doorway, her blue eyes widened with delight and recognition.

His throat closed, and tears pricked the back of his eyes. She knew him. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized how afraid he was that she wouldn’t.

“Thomas!” Grabbing a kitchen towel, she hurriedly wiped her hands as she rose from the chair and came toward him. She tossed it aside at the last moment and threw her arms around him in an all-encompassing hug. “What’re you doing here?”