CHAPTER FORTY THREE
Destiny was not expecting heaven exactly, which was why surprise rippled. She was there, despite causing all these men to shoot each other and themselves. And she was not alone in the billowing white, the softness of clouds—amazing as a spring day. On the lonely streets of her heart she walked, she’d known the baby was a girl. She’d even chosen a name. And now Evadne wasn’t standing on every corner, always out of reach, no matter how Destiny strove to reach her, followed her down the dark and cavernous places of her mind. No, her hand, hot with a child’s clamminess, sat in Destiny’s. And they laughed. How they laughed. So the sound sat warm in Destiny’s heart, the forlorn places she’d forgotten existed. Was it any wonder she sighed?
How beautiful was death, not to have to struggle any more. To be here finally lying here in Divers O’Roarke’s arms, his breath warm on her forehead.
Divers O’Roarke?