“Kairos,” he murmured, gently dragging his finger down her cheek. She interrupted him. “You’ve called me that for a long time. What does it mean? My translator doesn’t know what to do with that one.” “It is a word with many meanings,” he replied. His throat closed a bit, knowing he was about to reveal maybe too much. “For us, it is a fleeting but crucial moment. An ephemeral rightness of time and place. A moment that brings you to where you were supposed to be.”
