Let all that you do, be done with love (Corinthians 16:14). Farryn I hadn’t heard, nor thought, about the name since then, until Anya had mentioned it earlier. As soon as she spoke the name, I recalled having seen a picture of her that the man had waved in my face. Black hair. Unusual eyes. All this time I’d been dreaming of her, forgetting where I’d first seen her. The old man had cursed me with visions of his own daughter.
