Chapter 41

“And yours. ” He squeezed her.

“I think she would have been remarkable. ”

“She is remarkable. A soul can’t be killed, Ella. The energy just goes elsewhere when the mortal form can no longer contain it. ”

“But I want her here. ”

“I know. ” Crossing his arms over her chest, he held her close as she wept. She was grieving, letting go. Leaning on his strength to do it. Pressing his face into her hair, he shared that sorrow with her. “Do you think she would have been a princess, wanting bows in her hair and her room all in pink?”

“Probably. Since pink always makes me think of Pepto Bismol. ”

As a teenager, Ella had been a tomboy, his shy girl with alert eyes, always wearing jeans and T-shirts on her slim, boyish form.

“Nope. ” Ella changed her mind. “I’m thinking cowgirl. She’d love horses, and I’d have to fuss at her to take off her boots before coming in the house. We’d live somewhere with lots of land so she could have her horse. She’d probably want to rescue horses, and before we knew