I left Elder Thomas's cabin more confused than ever. His words circled in my mind as I drove aimlessly through town, not ready to face my family's questions.
*Make a choice.*
Easy for him to say. He'd gotten his happy ending, thirty years of joy with a woman who'd fought for him. I didn't have that guarantee. All I had was pain and fear and a bond that wouldn't let me go.
My phone buzzed. Jace.
*Dinner tonight? There's this great Italian place in town. Say yes before I start begging.*
I smiled despite myself. Maybe what I needed was a distraction. A chance to focus on something—someone—who didn't come with five years of baggage.
*Yes. What time?*
*7? I'll pick you up.*
I agreed and drove home to get ready. Mom was at the hospital with Dad, and Ronan was at work, so I had the house
