‘I know we weren’t supposed to hear but …’ Noah scrubbed at his face. ‘Did he do right, do you think?’
‘What else could he do? She’ll understand that. She’s just very angry now.’ Sam grasped his hand. ‘Michael’s horse is back, finally. Time for you to speak to him.’
Hal had passed on what he knew on their ride up to Cinnamon Hill. ‘But how can I help him with his faith when I have so little myself? You’d be better for that … or Raphael.’
‘Yet you’re his father, Noah. So, it must be you, I’m afraid.’
‘Christ’s wounds.’
‘Just listen to him. Something has brought him to this. You need to find out what it is if you can.’
Noah stood up from their bed. ‘I know I do.’ He took a breath. ‘Let’s hope he’s in his room.’ In truth, Noah hoped he was not. Sam knew it, of course, and gave his arm a
