He could understand why Anna felt the cross was so special. He, too, found it easier to direct his thoughts heavenward as he sat there. “Anna, I’m in here.” He waited for her to join him, sensing a calmness in this place that made it easier to speak honestly without fears and doubts getting in the way. He turned as she slipped into the room and at the eager look on her face, his heart took off like a wild horse. He wondered it didn’t leap from his chest. She cared. Lifting a hand he reached for her. “Come and sit beside me.” She hesitated only fractionally before she took his hand and let him draw her to his side. She sat close enough he barely had to shift for their shoulders to brush. When she didn’t make any effort to move, his heart settled into a steady gallop. “I was sitting here praying. And remembering.” “Remembering? What sort of things.” A smile started deep in his heart and slowly spread to his lips, rounding his cheeks and filling his eyes. “You and me.”
