Crafting journeys that warm the heart . . .
"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart as working for the Lord, not for men." Colossians3:23.
Charlie smiled . . . again. "May I carry these things up for you?"
She extended the handle on the suitcase and loaded her carry-on and laptop on top of it. "Thank you, but I have it."
Charlie leaned against the shuttle van and folded his arms across his chest. "I'll pick you up here a week from Sunday around Three o'clock. I believe your plane leaves at six thirty."
"Thank you, Mr. Parish. I'll see you Sunday then." Emily stuffed his card into the side pocket of her laptop. For a woman who had trained herself to control unwanted emotion, She felt totally spent from her brief encounter with Charlie Parish.
Cal took in a breath. "It's him, isn't it?"
"It's not anyone," said Marzie. "It's me. Trust me, I want to be right here with you, but I need time."
Cal pointed toward the marsh. "Then, let's not waste precious time. Tomorrow's Sunday, and I'll be gone."