He was well aware of the fact that his niece had more to say. Could see it in her face, in the way she lingered near him, staring; he just couldn’t listen to the rest of it.

All of her well-founded worries and valid concerns. He didn’t want to hear another word.

Malachi dipped his head in agreement, smiling down at her like he intended to do just that once she left. Go inside and rest, and eat whatever hearty meal Mrs. Higgins made, and pray away the talons tearing him off the holy path.

“Visit soon, please,” he called in lieu of a farewell.

He smiled after her, watching the young woman walk away until she’d disappeared from his sight. Only then did the corners of his mouth fall flat.

Lifting the folded handkerchief, Malachi thumbed over the embroidered initials once more, tracing the lines with his nail. Then he stuffed it back into his pocket, took a deep breath, and continued his walk in the opposite direction.