Her watch chimed. She turned it off.
When she looked up, Logan was walking toward her. He knelt down in front of Marie.
“What are you doing?” Marie could barely speak.
Between Logan’s fingers was a familiar-looking diamond ring.
Marie held her breath.
“You know that I love you. I should never have let you go. I should have fought for you, for our marriage.”
Marie didn’t know what to say. He looked like he meant every word.
“Do you still love me?” Logan asked.
“Always.”
“Isn’t it ironic that we couldn’t get along?”
“That’s in the past,” Marie replied. “We’re older now.”
“And prayerfully wiser.”
“What about my job?” Marie asked. “It tore us apart. You wanted to know what I couldn’t tell you. I was sworn to secrecy.”
“We’ll make it work. God will make it work.”
“In the last six years, we’ve spent so much time separated on two continents.” Marie knew he didn’t need to be reminded. She wanted to say it anyway, for the record.
“I know, but I’d rather be with you for a few days than without you the rest of my life.”
That was some statement, coming from Logan.
“A few days? Is that enough for you?”
“They would have to be.” Logan’s voice seemed sure, as though he had made peace with himself and God about how dysfunctional their relationship could be.
“Since we don’t know how much time on earth God has given us, let’s make the best of the days afforded us,” Logan continued. “Marie Bouchard, will you remarry me? Let’s start over.”
Marie blinked away six years of tears. God had brought them back together again.
Let’s start over, he says.
Slowly, she nodded.
“Yes?” Logan asked, as if to confirm their commitment.
“Yes, Logan. Yes.” Her hand shook as Logan slid her old engagement ring onto her finger.
It still fit, like it had never left her ring finger.
Her hand was still trembling as Logan held it.
“Your hand didn’t shake in Alaska when you knocked that guy out in your stateroom,” Logan remarked.
Why did he have to bring it up?
Marie didn’t want to pick a fight. She prayed for wisdom.How do I respond?