Grace took a deep breath before taking up the looking glass. Ever since her fever broke and she had been awake, she had been running her fingers through the shortened hair. The lack of weight on her head was still strange. Now she would see if she deserved the pitying looks she received from Bartolo…

The ample brim of his hat did little to shade his eyes from the dazzling sunlight. Images of the chapel entrance still burned white in his vision as Captain Juan Carlos Montoya slowly stepped down the center aisle toward the altar. Eventually his eyes adjusted to the candlelight of is favorite shrine in Manila.  While…