Leah had always avoided St. Joseph's since the day she left town.
Too many memories. Too many whispers. And the way her mother would tighten her lips whenever she asked if Micah still lived there that was enough of an answer.
But today, the bells pulled her in. And maybe it wasn't the bells. Maybe it was the fact that she'd heard Micah was back in town. That he was helping his uncle, Father Nathan, run the church after a long time away.
Micah.
That name used to mean shy smiles and bashful silences. But it also meant quiet understanding. Eyes that didn't judge. A boy who had seen her once crying behind the confessional and said nothing just held out a lollipop.
Now, the boy was a man.
Leah stepped through the heavy wooden doors of the chapel, her heels echoing faintly on the marble fl
