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trying
to hold her tears at bay. “Listen to me,” he waited for her to give
him her undivided attention. He had to tread lightly with the Word
when it came to Halcyon, or she would shut down. “Your name was
right up there on that cross with everybody else’s where Jesus hung
for hours as His blood washed away each of our sins. Don’t take the
guilt off the cross. Bridget, as long as I’m here and your family,
we’ve got your back in prayer and whatever else you need.
Okay?”
    Bowing her head, Halcyon sniffed. He couldn’t
stand to see her cry. Zachary used his thumb to guide her chin
upward until she met his eyes. “Whatever you need, ask.”
    “I know… I know, but I feel like such a
failure asking for help,” she whispered. “It’s like a tiny voice
keeps reminding me this is what I get for making my bed—literally.”
She twisted her lips.
    “Well, I guarantee you that voice is not
God’s,” Zachary paused, thinking about one of Granny Rose’s
sayings. “God wants to prove the devil wrong when it comes to you.
The Lord is your biggest cheerleader.”
    “I guess.” Halcyon twisted her lips and
looked doubtful.
    Jesus, help her not to doubt You .
Zachary had heard a while back that before Halcyon met Scott, she
had walked with God. It wasn’t strong because as soon as Scott came
into the picture, Granny Rose said it seemed like Halcyon dropped
everything to follow his stuck-up self—her words, not his. The
guilt Halcyon grappled with was self-imposed.
    “Hey, sweetie; it smells good out here,” Mrs.
Holland said, stepping out on the deck with Jonathan on her hip,
ending their soul-searching moment. “We’re ready to eat… red-skin
potato salad, Mother’s pasta, coleslaw… you know, so you and
Halcyon come on in.” She looked in the yard. “Justin and Jeffery,
get Ashanti and come wash up to eat.”
    “Okay, Grandma,” the older one yelled and
started their way.
    Justin mimicked his older brother and argued
with Ashanti, trying to get her to relinquish the swing. The girl
was about to protest until her cousin mentioned hot dogs. Zachary
exchanged a glance with Halcyon. They both chuckled. Hot dogs were
Ashanti’s weakness.
    Two canopy-shaded tables on the deck were
covered with dishes of food. The antics of the children and baby
dominated the conversation. When the talk turned to what was the
latest on everyone’s jobs, Halcyon remained silent. Reaching under
the table, Zachary squeezed her hand, then rubbed his thumb against
her soft skin. From his peripheral vision he noticed her slight nod
before she exhaled. She had had a great positon with a good company
before they went under.
    “Auntie Desi, can I play on the swing?”
Ashanti pointed.
    “Again?” Halcyon groaned.
    “Of course.” Desi beamed. As the only niece
in the family, it was safe to say, Ashanti was spoiled, but Halcyon
kept her grounded.
    It was a group effort to restore the kitchen
to its pre-cooking, spotless condition. Granny Rose retreated to
the living room to watch her series of game shows. Letting the
ladies have possession of the deck, Michael led Zachary to a
landscaped corner of the yard that had two loungers under a young
tree that would provide shade, maybe in a decade.
    Zachary stretched out and patted his stomach.
Michael searched for the app on his iPhone to listen to the St.
Louis Cardinals baseball game. Once it found it, Michael turned up
the volume. With MJ asleep in his arms, he laid back and placed his
son on his chest. Zachary envied his younger brother’s happiness.
He wanted the same thing with Halcyon.
    “I’m a happy man,” Michael finally said with
one arm folded behind his head, the other one securely around the
baby. “I am truly blessed with a beautiful wife, a nice house and a
handsome son. I am rich.” He became silent, then frowned. “Yet, the
Bible says, I could gain the whole world, and still lose my
soul.”
    “Mmm-hmm, Matthew 16:26.” Zachary knew that
popular Scripture.