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Please.
Let me see in his gaze that I've become invisible.
Please.
Because that's entirely plausible.Right?
Ezio saw me falling into the water from his suite's balcony.
He reacted as any Marchetti would and jumped in to save me.
But now that I'm safe, he's free to forget me and get on with his life.
That sounds plausible. Doesn't it?
But the moment Ezio turns to face me again, the enigmatic darkness of his gaze makes my heart drop to my stomach.
So not good.
It's not that I'm blaming You, God, but why? Why can't this man be the same as the others? Why can't it be someone else?
"Dr. Castro is on his way."
I force myself to nod. The less said, the better, especially since the only thing I want to say is what I shouldnotsay at all.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
I manage another nod, but the words threatening to burst out of my heart are getting harder to contain.
(No. No. No!)
I can't ever tell this man that for him to be the only one to stillseeme like this-—
(This has to be a mistake! I'm reading this wrong! Absolutely wrong!)
I can't ever tell him that I finally remember the second thing that hit me while I was drowning and on the brink of life and death—-
(I'm wrong, I have to be wrong, I must be!)
Ezio is still looking at me like he's trying to figure me out, and I can practically hear God gently chiding me in my mind like only a perfect father ever could.
You may not be blaming me.
But you know better than to doubt my plans for you.
And those plans have always included him.
Four
IT'S A BRAND NEW DAYthat the Lord has made,I remind myself as I stare at my reflection in the mirror the next day. God and I had a really long heart-to-heart talk last night. I prayed, and He spoke to me through His word. Now I know what I have to do.
If I'm serious about fully rejoicing and being glad in this new day, then I must have the courage to at the very leastexplorethe possibility that Ezio Marchetti is indeed one of the reasons God has saved my life by making me invisible.
Or at least that's the plan...until I come out of my bedroom to join the others for breakfast, and God being God, of course, it has to behimwho's coming down the same flight of stairs at the exact same time I do.
Why are You in such a hurry, God?
Sunlight streaming from the stairwell windows makes me shield my gaze, but my hopes are dashed when I glance back at Ezio.
