CHAPTER 52
KATRINA HADN’T TAKEN her eyes off the clock. Ten minutes late. It wasn’t that big of a deal. But what if he’d gotten in a car wreck? Snow had fallen last night, and the roads were icy.
She unpacked Dmitry, strummed the strings to make sure he was in tune, and set him back in his case in order to stare at the clock some more.
Where was Miles?
She replayed their conversation yesterday at the school. She’d asked him about meeting here at the church, and he’d said that wouldn’t be a problem.
For the past ten minutes, she’d been walking alternatively from the front of the sanctuary to the window overlooking the parking lot. Every so often, she’d take a detour to the cry room and glance at the piano. She should start her warmups, but she didn’t want to bother her husband, who was
