Dreams
It was strange looking through the window of the cottage — our home — and seeing past the garden to the dead and barren forest beyond.
Danizriel — Danny to me — the angel I loved above everything and everyone else, stood behind me and rubbed my arms. He kissed the top of my head, his eyes forever watching for the horrors that awaited us out there.
Danny was holding out for a miracle. I wasn’t so sure. If God meddled in the lives of His creations, then possibly He’d done two things for me already — led Danny to me, and allowed us to live. Wasn’t that enough? Could we really ask for another miracle? It’s not like God was a genie and we’d been granted three wishes. We were lucky to be alive, and for that I was grateful.
“Don’t fret, Helena,” he whispered into my ear, “the forest wi
