“I think,” he said gently, “that you should ask Mary.”
Kate gave her head a quick and immediate shake. “I didn’t even know Mary when my mother died. Neither did my father. She couldn’t know why I was calling out to her.”
“Your father might have told her something,” he said, lifting her hand to his lips and giving it a reassuring kiss.
Kate let her eyes drop to her lap. She wanted to understand why she was so afraid of the storms, but prying into one’s deepest fears was almost as terrifying as the fear itself. What if she discovered something she didn’t want to know? What if?
“I’ll go with you,” Anthony said, breaking into her thoughts.
And somehow that made everything all right.
Kate looked to him and nodded, tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much.”
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