Lukas watched Margaret step around him…his Megs. God, he wanted to hold her, to wrap her in his arms and cry with her for all she had lost, for all they had lost. She looked brittle, like fine crystal that might shatter with too much pressure. Dear Lord, give her the strength to get through this. Please take away this burden of grief she carries. It’s gone on long enough, Lord. Help me to be the friend I ought to be, and if it’s your will Lord, please heal the pain I caused her so long ago.