The colorless cold courtyard contrasted with the warmth inside the tiny apartment. Every detail had been checked off the list. The warm hue of the plates, the aroma of casseroles and baking bread, glowing golden candles flickering in the entryway, made it all seem as if he were back in his childhood home.
John’s mood was mellow, pensive. This day had been a dream for as long as he could remember. It was finally happening and the excitement he thought he would feel had been replaced by serenity.
He hoped she was at peace.