23
EZRA
For over two months, I managed to avoid Aaron like I’d planned when returning east. Choosing to rent in an area far north of where he lived and worked made it easier. By appearance, I’d started over with my life, but my heart refused to contemplate matching the facade I placed on my face every morning.
I’d chosen servitude, working where God had led me. If only He’d given me a sense of home, of peace, at Simply Grace. With every passing day, I hoped my faithfulness would fill me with happiness, of knowing I accomplished what God set out for me to do.
And every day, I groveled at the throne of God because all I experienced was heartache and grief.
Sofiy’s note had once more became my constant companion, and I clung to the memory of my shame lest I fall once more into temptation
