Chapter Twenty-NineRainbows of light flitted across the pew and into Emily’s half-open eyes. She squinted against the glare and groaned. Her muscles ached, protesting as she sat up on the hard wooden bench. The priest had not asked any questions, but instead prayed with her, then provided a small meal of bread and cheese before handing her a blanket. She rubbed her shoulder and fingered the scratchy wool. She didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but she’d give a month’s salary, maybe more, for one of her mother’s soft crocheted afghans.
She sat up and glanced at her watch. Last night’s exhaustion had caused her to sleep longer than expected. Only a few minutes remained before she could head to the fountain to meet Gerard. Her heart skittered, and her face warmed. Less than a day
