“By forgiving your wife,” she replied. “And yourself.”
“Stop it, please,” he replied on a quiet tone. “I didn’t hire you to be my spiritual counselor. Your work is good, Davina. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Okay. I’m sorry I overstepped,” she said, her heart breaking for this man. “I’ve never been through anything like what you’ve had to deal with. I came from a loving, happy, chaotic family but we didn’t have a lot of money. So I’m driven to prove myself and sometimes in my zest to make a house perfect, I ask too many personal questions. It won’t happen again.”
Lifting his head, he almost spoke but stopped himself. After a brief silence that told her exactly how he felt, he said, “I’ll check in with you again soon.”
“Okay. Thank you for the dinner.” She glanced at the cupcake they’d never shared, her stomach roiling in protest, her nerves tangled tighter than electrical cords. “I’ll make sure you get the official reports on both houses.”
“I appreciate that,” he said.
And then he turned and walked out the door.
Davina watched him get into his car and zoom away.
And then she sank down on the couch and started praying.
Dear Lord, help this man to heal. Watch over him and his precious children. And please guide me in renovating this home for them.
Because she knew in her heart that it would take a lot more than hammers and nails to mend this broken family.
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