She peeked out and saw the night-light turned on in the hallway and knew he’d gone to bed. She opened the door and tiptoed out into the living room. The house was quiet, and she assumed Aunt Phyllis had fallen asleep with Caitlin. She saw no point in waking the woman to traipse down to the sofa. After finding the pile of bed linens in a chest under the window, she made up the sofa and settled down. Though her body lay still, her mind continued to struggle with her conversation with Connor. She’d been wrong, and she knew it, but it was too late now. His faith journey filled her thoughts. She’d never let that stop her from loving Connor. He had every admirable trait that the scriptures commanded—kindness, gentleness, compassion, humility and forgiveness. Forgiveness. She needed to find forgiveness in her heart. Connor had walked away because she’d sent him, and he’d explained what he’d been thinking. Nothing made sense to her, and now so much time had passed since they’d been in love.
