On Christmas Eve, Darren touched down in California to golden sunshine and a blue sky. For some reason, he still expected the breath-taking cold to enter his lungs when he stepped out of the airport at Long Beach. It didn’t come, but Layla’s squeal and Logan’s laughter did.
Darren embraced them both and had only taken one step when Logan said, “Farrah showed up yesterday?”
He nodded, a smile coming to his soul though he tried not to be too giddy. But he’d been happier since he’d nearly trampled her yesterday than he had been in a while. He’d told Ben and Rae about it, and then texted Logan right before he’d gone to bed.
He’d lain there for a while, staring up into the darkness, begging God to guide him when it came to Farrah. Give him patience. Compassion. Understanding.
“Well, what di
