Samuel began at dinner the following week. Far too much about you. “And I feel we must not continue on this way. Reuniting Grace and Nicholas is taking too long.” Helen, about to take a bite, stopped her fork halfway to her mouth. “Too long?” There was no mistaking the hurt in her voice. Do not look at me that way. Samuel cleared his throat uncomfortably. “What I mean to say is that we are not accomplishing what we set out to do. The longer Nicholas is apart from Grace, the more difficult it will be to make him see the necessity of taking her back.” “What do you suggest?” Helen set her fork down, bite uneaten, though she appeared to swallow with difficulty anyway. “We must present the evidence to Nicholas in person.” Samuel took a deep breath, committing himself to the course he’d been considering for the past few days. “We must invite him here.” “Will he come?” She sounded skeptical rather than nervous, and once again Samuel found himself in awe of the transformation he’d witnessed in her the past month.
