His heart trembled…and tentatively opened itself to thepossibilities.
Please, God…don’t let this be a cruel joke.
A soft knock on the bedroom door drew Micah and Mark apart. Wendy opened the door and looked at Micah. “There’s…there’s someone here to see you,” she said quietly.
“Who?”
A momentary hesitation. “Seth…O’Brien.”
Micah went still. “O’Brien…?” His heart pounded.
“Salvador’s son,” Wendy whispered—and that’s when Micah noticed the dampness in her eyes.
“Wendy?”
Her chin trembled. “Sal…passed away last month.”
Micah stared at her as his eyes filled and his heart broke. He swallowed thickly, his voice shaking. “I’ll…I’ll be right down.”
She nodded and wiped her eyes then stepped out and closed the door.
Micah stood motionless, his mind numb. Images of the old man played through his head…his heart…as the tears began to fall. Mark hugged him. “I’m so sorry, Micah.”
Grabbing onto the younger man, Micah buried his face in his hair and cried.
