Concordia was reading to a listless Amelia in the girl’s bedroom when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” she called.
Concordia was well acquainted with the gentleman who walked in. He looked much the same as when they had said goodbye a few months ago. The same twinkling brown eyes, dimpled cheek, and black wavy hair that curled against the nape of his neck in just the way she remembered. As always, he moved with the energy of a youthful man, though he was in his thirties.
“David!” Concordia cried. “What are you doing here?”
He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Amelia.
“I came to see my little goddaughter,” he said, as Amelia’s eyes brightened. She silently threw her arms around his neck, clinging tightly. He looked at Concordia over the child’s head.
“That’s right, I’d
