David's heart ached for the plight of St. Jan, and from the look on the old man’s face, he could see he felt the same. From his experience on the bridge, however, he believed St. Jan knew his sacrifice had not been in vain. The blessed altar historically represented the ultimate sacrifices Queen Sophia made for her child and her husband.
Holy Week was upon them when David and Stephen finally managed to meet again. They hadn’t seen one another since David had returned from Prague for the second time, continuing into the next year on his new life path. His primary focus was on Amy, and he wanted to support her in every possible way he could, which included following her dreams.
The two men were sitting together after a large meal, sipping Pinot Noir that David had purchased from St. Wenceslas Vineyard, one of the oldest in the Czech Republic. The lull in the conversation was pleasant, and David realized at that moment that he felt more satisfied than he had in a very long time.
“I’m still stunned by the change in you, my friend,” Stephen said.
“Focusing on the Lord makes life a much more quality venture, doesn't it?” David offered, taking a sip from his glass.
Stephen nodded and smiled.
“What are you boys talking about?”
David looked up and grinned as Amy and Sandra entered the room. At the mere sight of Amy, a rush of warmth and love spread through his heart, as it had continued to do so since their time in Prague.
Amy paused by the piano to straighten a new award, a plaque for the new bestseller David had hung earlier that day.
As she perched beside him on the arm of his chair, he slid one arm around her waist and pulled her close. He felt like—correction, he was—the luckiest man alive.
“It seems as if this latest book can’t stop selling,” Sandra said, nodding toward the award.
“We have Amy's hard work to thank for that, don't we?” David squeezed her, and she kissed him on top of the head.
They chatted for a while longer, and when the grandfather clock in the hallway struck eleven, Sandra announced, “Goodness, the time has flown, and it’s late. We should be going.”
“Dinner at our house when you finish your tour?” Stephen asked.
David raised his glass. “We'll bring the wine.”
Though reluctant to bid their goodbyes, David and Amy had an early start the next day. At the front door, Sandra hugged Amy and said, “All your sacrifices have finally paid off. This will be the best year of your life. Enjoy every minute of it.”
While David walked their friends out to their car, Amy went to wash out their wine glasses. She paused again by the piano, stopping to read the plaque as she had half-a-dozen times today already. Perhaps she, like David, still at times had trouble believing this was real. She toasted the plaque and took her last sip of wine. It read:
New York Times Bestseller
The Silent Confessor
By
Amy Fristensky
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
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