With reverence, he pulled the blanket up and over her face letting it fall gently to curve along the peaks and valleys of her face. He held the blanket, not wanting to let it go until his brother, Stan, silently removed his hands from the edges of the cloth. Ushering him toward the door, his brother looked back at the table and Dane saw a look on Stan’s face he had never seen before.

Happy Reading!

~ Eileen 🙂