Keeping a Secret
He had joined her outside. "They will come and bless our union," he told her. "We are their Champions!"
She could feel his innocence and his light. She held him tightly to herself, wishing to draw that light into herself. When had her own light gone out? "Jack, I'm cold." He looked at her and smiled, arms there to enfold her.
It didn't help. "Better?" He asked.
"Much," she replied with a smile. His light didn't help her, his warmth meant nothing. But she would never tell.
