Religion had always played a big part in Cordelia’s life. Her mother had been very religious and she had been instructed in the Catholic faith from the time she was a small child.
She accepted it as a part of her life even as she accepted that she breathed, ate and slept and it was so familiar that she knew it had inspired her in the same way as it had David.
And now, because she was grateful, she thanked God and her prayer had a reality about it that she had not felt on other occasions.
She was about to rise from her knees when she thought of something else.
‘Let me find love, she prayed, ‘the love that Mark told me about – the love that will not frighten me – but which is pure and Divine.’
She felt in that moment of prayer as if something within herself reached out towards all that
