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That made him wonder why.

Chapter Sixteen

Marie was glad for the cloud cover tonight. Otherwise, with the moon out, Logan might recall their moonlight walks just like in the days. She didn’t want him to have any idea that they were getting back together again. The last time she checked, Logan wouldn’t leave the United States, and she couldn’t leave Europe.

“What went wrong with us?” Logan asked. His voice was as gentle as the breeze that floated across the top deck of the ocean liner.

Around them, groups of people gathered here and there, some chatting and laughing away. Some walking, some on deck chairs, some attempting to read with clip-on nightlights. The deck below them was filled with people, both in the pool and poolside.

Somewhere behind Logan and Marie, glass doors led to the piano lounge. Every now and then, when someone opened those doors, Marie could hear a jazzy number.

She drew a deep breath of the Alaskan air. It was a cool June evening. She had buttoned up her cardigan before they left the dining room.

If not for the company, it would have been just another evening out at sea.

What went wrong with us?

Logan’s question hung in the air.

“I can’t remember,” Marie finally said.

“Neither can I.” Logan seemed to have prepared his answer since it came so quickly after hers.

“Maybe we were too young to be married,” Marie suggested.

“I was thirty-one, and you were twenty-nine. I think we knew what we were doing.”

“Maybe.”

“On the other hand, you might be right,” Logan added. “If fifty is the new forty, and forty is the new thirty…”

“Then we were acting like teens?” Marie asked.

Logan sighed. “We fought over what we knew not of, when we should have surrendered a lot of things into God’s hands. He knows all things, whereas our own understanding is finite.”

“Jeremiah 33:3 says, ‘Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.’ We should have called out to God. He would have shown us what to do.”

Logan nodded. He stopped by a railing.

Marie stopped too, if only to look fourteen decks down to the ocean. The waves were dark and looked mysterious in the cloudy night, but God held up the ship, didn’t He?

How could He not have held up our marriage?

“Tell me the truth, Marie. If you had more time to think about our whirlwind romance, would you have gone out with me six years ago?”

Marie shrugged.

“You’re not sure,” Logan said quietly.

“I’m never sure when I’m with you, Logan.” Her eyes were somewhere else.

Coming out of the piano lounge, two men started to light up near theNo Smokingzone. They were two of the three bodyguards that accompanied Aliyah, her son, and her assistant, everywhere they went onboard the ship.

One of them spoke on his cell phone. Marie could not read his lips from this far away.

“Let’s keep walking,” she suggested to Logan.

“Whatever you want.” Logan followed Marie.

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