THE FLICKERING GLOW of the candle’s light reflected off the cream-colored walls of the chapel. The faint scent from the magnificent Fraser fir that stood to the right of the altar, decorated in clear white lights and an assortment of sizes and shapes of stars and crosses, drifted down to the front pew where Morgan sat. As the choir was singing the opening stanza of her favorite hymn, Morgan gave a sigh of contentment. Gabe heard her and reached over to hold her hand.
Morgan smiled at him and looked to her other side and smiled at Cordelia. The three of them sat in the front pew that had always been assigned to the Seaver family. Discreetly turning her head to look at the others around her, it amazed Morgan how much her life had changed since she"d come to Pearl Island. Behind her sat the
