CHAPTER 61
“WHAT’S THAT YOU’RE playing?” Greg asked, peeking his head into the cry room.
It was far too cramped for Katrina to be practicing comfortably in here, but she needed to be alone. She couldn’t articulate why she was so nervous about meeting Miles, but she could hardly hold onto her fingerboard without the sweat causing it to slip out of her hands.
She put down her bow. “Just some Bach.”
Greg frowned. “Sounds complicated.”
She shrugged. “Not really.”
“Well, I’m heading out for a few hours.”
“Where are you going?”
“Just to Winter Grove.”
“The assisted living home? What for?”
“They asked me to lead a weekly Bible study. I told you about that last night. Remember?”
No, he hadn’t told her. Or had she just forgotten?
“You’re having your lesson soon?”
She answered with a no
