CHAPTER 45
“I’M SORRY IF I STARTLED you.” Grandma Lucy stood up from her pew and made her way slowly to the front of the sanctuary.
Katrina hadn’t invited an audience. Didn’t want an audience. But there was something warm in Grandma Lucy’s gaze when she said, “I don’t have to be a musical genius to recognize the sound of a troubled heart when I hear one.” She stared at Katrina, a frank and open gaze that made her wish she were still concealed in the cramped cry room.
“I didn’t realize anyone was here.”
“I wasn’t trying to intrude on your private time. I just stopped over with my niece to drop off some blankets for the women’s shelter, and I heard the pain in your song and wanted to come and talk to you.” She sat on the step of the stage and beckoned for Katrina to join her. “Now tell m
