No one would have guessed.
When my dear friend veered away, there was not an iota of hope.
He left her for good.
He flung to a far country seeking to salve the rot in his soul.
She stayed her course.
She chose to contend for what was truly her blessing.
Last week, at their re-wedding ... I asked the Beauty if she has it in her heart to kiss the Beast.
Grace & Mercy flowed like rain.