Seamus sat in silence as he tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. With little Marguerite pressed against his leg, Mignon in his lap with her head pressed to Marguerite’s cheek, Seamus felt an inner peace he had not experienced since his parents had died. It seemed that although Seamus had turned his back on God, the Good Lord had never turned his back on Seamus, and God had finally found his agent on earth to bring Seamus back home.
I'm very happy so far with where the book is. I'm looking forward to publishing so that I can see what you think of it too.
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