Chapter Twenty-EightIt was almost eleven p.m. when Taylor returned to the conference room where Lynn, Marion and Bill Kelly waited.
He saw the exhaustion on their faces when he walked through the door with his wounded arm patched up and in a sling. “Good evening,” he said, grinning.
Lynn Kelly's concerned expression became a warm smile, and she came over and took his good arm. “Are you okay, Ron?” she asked, her blue eyes looking into his.
Suddenly, he felt hopelessly saddened. He had just discovered a bright light in his life, and she would be gone in the morning. And he would not know where she went, or who she had become. He would never see her again. He realized that he had left the question hanging in the air while he pondered his loss. “I'm much better, now,” he said, waving the i
