Chapter Eight

Harm waited for the last person to leave and he collapsed on the couch. He sighed and put his hands over his face. Mac walked in and watched him silently lose the resolve that he had. Her heart broke as she walked over to him.

"Oh Harm." She wiped away his tears. "I would do anything if I could live this for you."

"You mean that don't you." He whispered.

"What else are friends for? I am here to support you when you are walking through rough times and here to carry you when you feel like collapsing. Lean on me." She whispered.

"I'm too scared to right now." He said getting up. "Mac, I just need some time to work through this by myself."

"Why do you need to be by yourself?" She questioned him. "Why won't you let anyone help you through this?"

"Honey, I refuse to lose you. It would hurt too much." Harm answered her. He turned away and headed for the barn.

Mac stood there for a couple of minutes. She thought to herself, 'why would he lose me?' She walked out to him. "Harm!" She called out to him.

"Sarah . . ." Harm started.

Little John Moyer from down the street walked up to them. "I hope I am not interrupting, but Mr. Zhukov said that I could find Colonel Mackenzie here." He said to them. "Hi Harm."

"Hi Jon. Why do you need to see Mac?"

Jon reached into his pocket. "I am still carrying out your grandmother's final wishes. They were very explicit as you know." He turned and looked at Mac, "Grams gave me this to give to you." He said handing her a letter.

Mac looked down at the pristine, white envelope. "Why would she write a letter to me?"

Harm looked up, "Maybe it is because I talked so much about you. But, there were times I never knew what was going on in my grandmother's head. There were times I would catch her staring at the sunset just looking so lost. She would never tell me what she was thinking about."

Mac tore the letter open, and Harm sensed that she needed to read it alone so he quietly left the barn.

Dear Sarah,

I hope that it is alright that I call you Sarah, if I don't say so myself, I think that it is such a lovely name. I am quite sure you know that your name means princess in Hebrew. It fits you, you are Harm's princess.

I would have loved to have met you in person, but we both know how our Harm is, scared to love. Sarah, I need to ask you to be there for him, through it all. Give him space, but be there for him. I love him so much, as I know you do.

Sarah Rabb

Mac stood up and found Harm sitting in the hay loft. "Your grandmother was such a wonderful woman." She said sitting next to him. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "Harm, whenever you need me, I am here. I have to go back to work tomorrow, but I am only a phone call away."

"Thanks Mac." He said hugging her.

"No problem Harm." She said squeezing him to her. She felt the tension in his body leave him.

He led her back to the house where Sergei was putting the last casserole into the freezer. Sergei smiled as he poured him a cup of tea. The trio sat in the kitchen and listened as Harm told stories about his grandmother so both Mac and Sergei would know about the woman that had left an impression on his life.