Chapter 89
NowJohn opened his eyes in his and Branwen’s bedroom in Elizabeth’s house, Branwen curled up beside him, not the least bit surprised to feel tears running down his cheeks.
He could have just turned over in his child’s bed rather than living the twenty years in between.
He couldn’t quite resist touching his lips to make sure they weren’t swollen and bleeding. The coarse hair on his face, impossible for that little boy to imagine, reassured him he was indeed in his thirties.
The warmth of Branwen and the sound of her breathing brought him all the way back.
The sky was barely light outside, so he tried to hold her carefully. He didn’t have a choice about doing it though. He had to touch her, to feel her against his body.
That was something else he’d never been able to imagine
