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Footsteps on stone

A knock on the door

Then silence

Nora froze No one should be out here No one but her The owner had proe was the lone house for miles, he’d said He owned all the land around it She would be safe She would be alone

Another knock

The cottage door had no lock Whoever stood outside could walk in at any moment For teeks now the only erief Now she felt so else--fear

But Søren had trained her too well--Hebrews 13:2, "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby soht was fit for neither angel nor demon, saint or sinner

She threw open the door A el, stood on the opposite side of the threshold

"Sanctuary?"

Rain drenched his dark hair and beaded on his leather jacket

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arhtgown She should have thrown on a robe

"Begging for sanctuary Should I do it again? Sanctuary?"