Chapter Twenty-Nine
St. Sebastian“Do you suppose they’re okay?” I ask Auden, looking across the walled garden to where Poe and Becket sit close, their heads bent together. Poe looks like she’s about to cry.
Auden looks up from where he’s been resting his feet in the fountain. He’s rolled his trousers up to near his knees, exposing the strong bones of his ankles and the crisp, masculine hair covering his calves. The sun catches on his eyelashes and in his hazel eyes as he looks over to the others.
“I don’t know,” Auden finally replies. His voice is heavy. “Did she tell you about what happened up on the path?”
“Yeah.”
Auden frowns down at his feet in the water. “I worry about it.”
“Do you think the parishioner will tell someone?”
“I don’t know. They should.” Auden bends down t
