The subject of those memories—Lukas Frey—stood with members of the choir on the stage at the front of the sanctuary. Why was he here? Brushing snowflakes from her coat, she could think of only one good reason—his wonderful singing voice. But the Lukas she’d known eleven years ago would never have...
Taking a deep breath in an effort to calm her herself, she walked into the hospital, holding the door open for Juliane. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay with this?” her sister asked. “You’ve never been very good with blood and stuff like that. I don’t want you fainting on me.” Elise let out ...