His handwriting was not as graceful as Aunt Mae’s, but it would have to do. He reached for his teacup. It was empty, and he frowned into it. His throat was as dry as the parchment that drank his ink. Sighing, he hefted the teapot, but even that was empty. He stood and stretched, back popping from...
I just entered the convent a year ago." Sister Tera adjusted her habit. "Is Evelyn well?" The nun missed a step. "Evelyn is…she is as well as she can be. Wait! Are you…" Timothy nodded. Sister Tera clasped her hands. Her large brown eyes crinkled with a joyful smile. "God be praised. Perhaps you ...
For three days they’d trudged through the forest, stopping for rest only when legs refused to work. Kit had insisted they keep moving. She had kept them roughly parallel to the road and just out of sight. Kit swayed next to him. Her exposed ears drooped. Exhaustion left dark bags under her eyes, ...