D E C A D E S

“Love never comes just a little bit at a time, I thought, as I watched him, absorbed in contemplation of the Virgin. The previous day, the world made sense, even without love’s presence. But now we needed each other in order to see the true brilliance of things.”
― Paulo Coelho

P R A Y E R

Evie sat weeping in the chair next to her sister’s hospital bed. Her sister Sarah had been in a coma for three days and she’d been weeping just as many.