He smiled at Leigh. "Sometimes I wish we could go back to those days when you ran around without a stitch, and without a worry, too. Your mother is right. You really should use your worry stone. Where is it, anyway? I haven't seen it."
"I've been afraid I will lose it. It's in my room. I will use it, I promise." A jolt of pure, undiluted guilt hit Leigh. She felt six years old again and caught in some wrongdoings. When she had started her first job with benefits and was struggling to balance her life, and theirs, Ed had worked very hard to fashion the worry stone from obsidian, a stress reliever. It now lay in a forgotten corner of her luggage.
Ed beamed at her. "I love you, Precious. Peace."
"Blessings, Ed," she returned, loving him.
