I glanced at the shelves, wondering if he'd read every single one. The thought of him poring over books, turning the delicate pages between his fingertips, made me briefly smile. That was something I did in the baptismal, two hours a day according to my carefully plotted schedule. My favorite was historical fiction, but I also read my fair share of nonfiction. There was a whole box of books in the junk room of the church. I never thought Hendry and I would have reading in ...