Chapter 3
Together they returned to the village, though it was a journey made for the most part in silence. There were moments when James’ eyes were so full of tears that he couldn’t see the way ahead clearly. His family, his friends. Allan. All gone. At other moments his fists clenched almost uncontrollably; the ligaments in his neck taut as he thought about the events that had led up to him being in this place. Yet he bore his emotions in silence, appreciating Celia’s understanding, her acknowledgement of his desire to be alone with his thoughts.
It was with noticeable cautiousness she finally spoke to him.
“Do you feel up to meeting someone?” Celia asked as they neared the village.
James shrugged his shoulders. He was nearly exhausted from the walk and the emotional journey accompan
