The sun rose high enough to throw warm sharp shadows across the small park square time passed and the city moved.
But Fred remained motionless.
Still he felt the constant warmth of Annabel's head on his shoulder and remained a statue of discipline.
Her quiet, deep sleep was the result of her complete faith in his silence. The hour was signaled by a series of melodic notes chiming from a nearby bell tower.
The time was after seven.
Annabel moved a little and let out a quiet sigh. Her eyes opened and blinked in response to the day’s increased brightness.
She was only briefly conscious of the warmth and the firm object under her head.
Then memories came flooding back.
Gradually, she raised her head and withdrew from his shoulder. She glanced up at Fred who was already staring a
