Dahlia woke up in a man's arms. Could it really have been six years? She had gotten so much older in six years, but it seemed that in the past few days all that age had bled out of her.
She looked at her palms. How lucky she was to be constantly reminded of God's presence! She felt a trace of reflected sunlight hit her face. Johnny's bald head must be moving. She had many questions for this unlikely biker stud.
"Johnny," she said, "it's time you start telling me what you're about."
"I know about this guy, this Jesus. Do you want to know His name?"
"He'll find me," she said.
"Maybe I'm the way He finds you, by helping you find Him."
Object: Memory