After spending a couple of hours with Pastor Nate, receiving counseling about forgiveness and then recommitting his life to God, Alec had gone home. But he couldn’t sleep. Energy and a peace he hadn’t felt in years consumed him. He’d formed a plan, then first thing this morning, he’d called on his family to help him work it out. Now he had to prove to Sarah he was the right man for her. That he was someone who had turned the page on his previous life and was ready to start a new chapter with her and the boys, if she’d let him—if they’d let him. He had to gain the boys’ trust, too. He stood in the middle of the former Christy’s Closet. Alec appreciated his sister’s willingness to take over cleaning out the store. Paint fumes mingled with the scents of citrus cleaner and the lemon oil used to restore the wooden floor to a polished gleam. The floor creaked beneath the soles of his leather flip-flops and echoed off the bare walls.
