Chapter 8
Donna held her breath and stared one more time at the marble statue of St. Mark. He seemed so short! This church was so different than the modern structure she attended in Miami. And her church was all white. This one was had nooks and colorful murals and engraved statues and portraits. If she let her imagination wander, she could see that this was the seat of royalty.
Blackwell leaned against the wall. “Are you ready?”
“Almost.” She moved onto the next alcove. The church could hold thousands of people and every corner had something unique. She kept her pace slow and Blackwell followed her as she said, “The basilica is so different than what I’ve seen at home.”
He came beside her as she gazed at the next statue, and he gently pushed a loose hair behind her ear. “Do you go to
