haveyouforgottenyourangel

For a moment emotion closed Christine's throat too tightly to form a reply. She merely clutched at the hands holding her shoulders, tugging them before her to bow her head over them in reverence. "Thank you," she managed to whisper, looking up again with tears gathered in her eyes. Finally, after all this time, a sign that the prayers she whispered over lit candles were heard; father had kept his promise after all. "You honor me, monsieur."