Caitlin hugged her brother. “Of course the fact that the war is over and Ireland lost has nothing to do with this soul searching decision.”
“Of course not.” Brogan arched a dubious brown brow.
“Are you all right?” Dillon slipped a handkerchief out of his pocket.
“’Tis the happiest day of my life.” Caitlin wiped the tears away. “God has truly blessed my family.”
“The day is full of surprises.” A familiar voice sounded in her ears, slapping Caitlin with a sharp blow. She turned slowly, not believing her eyes. Surely they were playing a trick on her.
“Dwayne?” The whispered name was barely heard over the wind.
“’Tis I. Catie pie.” He stood tall. Erect. His light brown hair looked darker, aged with time and misery. But, his blue-gray eyes held all the life and mischief that she remembered.
“I thought you were dead.” Caitlin wondered if she was looking at a ghost.
“I was captured and held until after the war.” He held out his arms.
With tears streaming down her pale cheeks, Caitlin ran into his embrace. His body was warm and hard. Definitely not a ghost she mused.
“I don’t believe it!” She hugged him tight. “I thought you were dead.” She was having a hard time grasping this. “’Tis nothing short of a miracle.” God was more merciful than she could ever imagine.
“With God all things are possible,” Dillon quoted scripture. After shaking Dwayne’s hand, he slipped his arm around Caitlin’s thick waist. “All you need is a little faith.”
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