Chapter 6As far as Connor was concerned, no church in existence could look as ethereal as an old barn in mid-morning sunlight. The rays managed to find their way through every crack, sliding past the rafters in stretches of light so strong and bright, they could be used for some kind of motivational poster. Within them, spinning dust motes became fireflies, dancing to a song of appreciation far too meaningful to be heard by human ears. Beyond the walls of the barn, cicadas screamed out the news that they were free of the ground and ready to start on the next brood. The horses shuffled in time to it all, impatient to be let out. It was all very tranquil, until the bottom of the Dutch door was slammed open and Blake coming running through. The door bounced back from its doorstop with a hollo
