“Yes, you will,” Chris said.
She could tell he was as reluctant for her to go as she was.
“Text me when you get to your hotel so I know you got there all right?” he asked. “I’ll worry if you don’t.”
“I will.” It felt good to be worried about. It had been a long time since someone had cared if she made it home or not.
She fingered Chris’s angel stone in her pocket.She didn’t know what she’d done in her life to be in the right place at the right time to meet Chris, but she thanked her lucky stars.
Smiling, Sienna backed the rest of the way out of the hospital room and turned to walk down the hallway, a huge smile on her face.
She had no idea what their future held, but she had a good feeling about it. About him. About them.
That night, she had a dream. She and Chris were sitting in a pair of rocking chairs, holding hands, watching the sun set over the ocean. Sarah and Tony were there with what she assumed were their spouses, and there were kids running around everywhere. Chris turned to her, and the look of love in his eyes was as clear and familiar to her as anything she’d ever seen.
“I love you, Mrs. King.”
“And I love you, Mr. King,” she returned.
Sienna woke up smiling and reached for the angel rock Chris had given her the night before. She clutched it in a fist and held it to her chest. “Thank you for sending him to me,” she whispered. “Merry Christmas.”