Chapter 9

“Come with me to the store,” Christian said, while the second hymn swirled around them.

“Of course. Do you go alone?”

“Yes.”

Mal realized he would have to be content with stealing those few minutes with her. He didn’t even quite understand why he was greedy for every second, every soft word, every short glance. Perhaps he just wanted to know her, the way nobody else bothered to know her. Or perhaps he felt like he already knew her, somehow. It was hard to tell, and his head was beginning to spin in the heat of the church. Sunlight slanted through the narrow windows, providing a spotlight for the dance specks of dust floating through the air.