Delia uncrossed her legs while shifting against the cushion on the sofa. Her eyes danced over Anna, who hadn’t left her spot near the window. Every so often her facial expressions would change, sending Delia’s heart into a faster rhythm.
“I wonder how it’s going.”
“Not as bad as you might think,” Anna assured her. “Dylan’s still cobalt. He’s using his gifts to read Nicholas, but my husband is forthcoming. There’s a gorgeous glow about him. Apricot. Thoughtful communications. Whatever they’re discussing, it’s from the heart.”
When Delia gazed at her old friend, she couldn’t help but see so much of Heaven standing before her, just like the first time she’d met her son’s fiancée. It was like being transported back to the days when she and Anna were inseparable. The four of them—Delia, Nate
