Chapter 29
Waves, cold and black, lashed at the shore. The minister’s words of comfort became lost in the whipping wind, but Judas, who stood silently beneath a tree, wasn’t here for words. He didn’t know why he was here. Because he couldn’t let her go, because he couldn’t believe what had happened, because he knew this whole thing had to be some kind of cruel joke.
She can’t be dead! She can’t!
When he left her she was young, beautiful, in the prime of her life, and now she was gone. Dear God, how could he live without her? Why had God, in all His wisdom and mercy, allowed this awful thing to happen? He looked up and saw several people staring curiously at him, among them an old man who seemed familiar. Had he cried out in his misery? Had he begged God to give her back to him? He lower
