“And I’m afraid of wasting my life always being in control,” he whispered. “But no matter what direction I take, all roads lead to you.” Gently, he rested his forehead to hers once more. “Let me come home, Miri. If only for one night.” Home. She’d been searching for it the whole of her life. And found it in a man more elusive than shadows. “Home is not where one visits. It is where one returns to at the end of each day.”
