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 used his voice to sing in a church choir. Light-headed, she grabbed the back of a pew and watched him converse with her cousins Carrie and Val. Tonight was the first official practice of the musical they were performing for Winter Festival at the end of January. Strangers weren’t supposed to be there. What was she to make of his sudden appearance in her little hometown of Kellerville, Ohio? With everyone absorbed in conversation, no one had noticed her entrance. Could she escape before Lukas became aware of her presence? She wanted to avoid Lukas, who dredged up things better forgotten, until she had a chance to find out what he was doing in town. She crept backward down the aisle. She hoped her slow, quiet steps would guard her from detection.
