"Your Mother
is beautiful," Caydance repeated this the way she sometimes did when a thought remained in her mind, even after she had spoken it aloud.
"An old pair of her skates still hangs in the hallway of our family home", Griff responded, "as if she might someday return and take me with her to practice, the way she began doing when I was a child."
As he spoke, Caydance was acutely aware of the way her body was reacting to his close presence beside her.
