Danica reflected if someone had told her a few weeks ago that she’d actually look forward to going to church, she would have laughed in their face. That particular Sunday morning, however, she found herself continually glancing at the clock, willing ten o’clock to roll around. Which it did eventually. Or rather, five minutes before the hour, which was when she and Mrs. Wilson and Clara set out.
It was a blustery sort of day, the sky gray and lowering. Once or twice Danica felt a stray drop of cold rain sting against her cheek, and she prayed the skies wouldn’t open up until they were all safely inside. Clara kept peering this way and that, clearly looking for her Elias. She’d already announced at breakfast that she intended to sit with him that morning in church. Mrs. Wilson had only smil
