Smelling the night air and waiting for my mind to stop Waiting and watching as the stars rolled on You came then and stopped the stars
Pulling the moon from the sky with those words— I was dreaming then, that I never meant to walk But I saw the stars and saw your face And couldn’t stand still knowing you Knowing your humor, your brilliance, your beauty Your grace
Knowing I love you.
My eyes flooded with tears and I was barely able to finish reading the last few lines. My heart ached so bad, I clutched at my chest. But it wasn’t a pain from sorrow, it was the feeling of the emptiness inside of me being filled up again—with the rushing, pulsing, warmth of Daniel’s love.
How had he known that this was exactly what I needed? How could I have ever doubted him? How could I stand to let my anger push him away?
I couldn’t risk that happening.
I had to do something.
I hadn’t been wandering like a stray all day long—I’d been running away from what I knew I needed to do even before Gabriel said I should last night. I gathered up the things on the table and walked with slow steps toward the small hospital chapel I’d passed on my way to the cafeteria. It looked different inside than my father’s parish back in Rose Crest, more sterile than sacred, but I knew I could still find God here if I sought him out. I continued my slow walk through the empty chapel until I reached the altar. I fell to my knees in front of it, and found myself doing what I’d been afraid to do for far too long now.
For the first time since I lay bleeding and ready to die on the floor of the Shadow Kings’ warehouse—I prayed.
For forgiveness.
For guidance.
For peace.
For the ability to bring Daniel back to me.
Chapter Fifteen
ON MY OWN
LATE AFTERNOON
When I finally left the hospital, my heart was lighter than it had felt in days, but the weather had turned dark and cloudy. The smell of rain hung the air. I had one last thing I needed to do in Rose Crest before I could go home and hunker down in an empty house for the impending storm. I pulled into the parking lot behind the Print & Ship shop on Main Street and carried my canvas bag inside. I paid a small fortune to print out a few documents from Daniel’s laptop on résumé paper, and then express ship two packages to the Trenton Art Institute. One was a thick padded envelope, and the other was a large portfolio box tied with twine. Both had Daniel’s apartment as the return address.
I was headed back out to the parking lot when I practically ran into Katie Summers, who was on her way into the Print & Ship with her own portfolio box.
“Hey,” she said. “Looks like we had the same idea today. Didn’t want to risk being rushed to get your application out on Friday, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said, even though I still hadn’t started my own application yet. With the way my life was going lately, who knew what this Friday would entail, but I felt some relief knowing at least Daniel’s application had been taken care of.
It was the least I could do for him right now.
“I’m surprised you had time,” Katie said. “When I heard about your dad, and when you weren’t in school today, I just kind of figured…”
Was she admitting that she hoped my dad’s accident would keep me from turning in my application? Narrow the competition a bit? I couldn’t help scowling.
Katie bit her lip. “I mean … that came out wrong.” She shifted the portfolio box in her arms. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I should get going.” As I stepped around her, I couldn’t help thinking about how both her and Daniel’s applications would be sent out together in the same shipment to Trenton.
And yours will be nowhere in sight, said the wolf.
But that doesn’t matter, I told the voice in my head. Because I know how much Daniel cares about me. even you can’t convince me otherwise.