Finally Bridget roused and peered at him searchingly. Her eyes were full of fear and wonder. "Who's Haley?" she asked.
Jack's throat seized painfully. Now he had to laugh or he would have cried. "Haley is someone I loved very much, " he told her. "Someone I thought I'd lost. "
He drew her back, melded by the sudden, fierce love that flooded him. It was love, Jack realized, pure and undiluted, and he had never known anything its equal in his life. The kiss he pressed to his wife's tear-soaked face whispered of feelings that were shouting to the heavens. The staggering relief he felt trembled in his soul. But as he gave up thanks, he was aware of the profound silence all around them, as if the gods were listening, as if the gods were pleased.
A mere mortal had stolen their fire and used it well.
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