Chapter 27Monday morning found me in the sunroom, busy working on a new sculpture with the beautiful tools Rafe had provided. The lighting in the room was perfect; the entire room consisted of floor to ceiling windows, giving the impression it was an extension of the wooded gardens beyond the glass. Brilliant sunshine provided perfect illumination to work, without the necessity for artificial lighting.
Modeling proved cathartic, the sunroom creating a serene atmosphere in which to examine my internal thoughts and emotions, an opportunity to analyze how I was feeling.
I'd expected Rafe to approach me – and it hadn't happened. He'd stayed at the house on Saturday night and returned to their city apartment on Sunday, with only a casual goodbye as he left, and a promise he would return somet
