Chapter 11Jesse didn’t know which was worse—the fact that he had lost all feeling in his legs or that tears were suddenly blurring his vision. He had recognized her as soon as the church door opened. It was the smell of her perfume and the shape of her body. The perfume and the silhouette a part of him had never stopped searching for. Somehow, despite Gideon’s experiences with the alternate dimension Mary, it never occurred to Jesse that he would meet a ghost from his own past.
But Grace Madding wasn’t a ghost. She was solid flesh and blood, and her face had a few more lines, but besides that, it was the same.
He swallowed. It hurt to swallow.
“No, I’m not. Will you please close the door?”
She grasped the edge and pulled to allow it to swing shut behind her, though her eyes never left
