Since Deb and Dominic’s arrival, Jill had seen nothing of the mysterious little boy. But now, two days into their visit, he was hovering at the edge of the field, watching as Dominic searched for insects to feed Homer. She’d turned over the baby bird’s care to her nephew, who had taken on the responsibility with conscientious diligence. As she watched, Dominic spotted the boy. She’d told him and Deb about her young visitor, so Dominic didn’t seem surprised. Though he was too far away for her to hear, she could tell he was talking to the youngster. When he walked toward him, Jill prepared herself for the inevitable fast exit. But much to her surprise, the little boy didn’t run. In fact, as Dominic drew closer, he came out from behind the boulders and took a few tentative steps toward him. Well, well, she mused. So that was the secret to coaxing her mystery visitor into the open—another child his age! Praise the Lord, Jill rejoiced in the silence of her heart, confident that Dominic could draw him out.
