As we filed out of the theater, my thoughts were running helter-skelter with uncertainty and confusion about what had happened in the past twenty-four hours. The lobby was nearly empty, everyone either on their way home or watching their select films, and the popcorn and beverage stations were closed, their lights turned off; I looked for Robert, but he was nowhere to be seen. I wasn’t sure what I would have said to him anyway, my emotions were so twisted. “Grace, are you riding with me or with Graham?” Stacy’s voice broke through my confusion, and I shook my head. “I want to wait for Robert,” I answered, my gaze focused on a door I was certain would open at any minute, revealing the angel who could both heal and break my heart with a single thought. “I’ll wait here with you, Grace,” Graham announced, seemingly oblivious to the inner turmoil he had caused that was exacerbating the jumbling of thoughts in my head. “I’ll call you later, Stacy. It was good to see you again, Lark.”
