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In the days and weeks that followed, Marcail saw that Sydneys conversion had been genuine. She learned in the first week that her speculation over why he had tripped her had been correct. But his remorse over the incident was sincere, and the changes in him proved it.
Marcail was not certain what he said to his grandmother, but nearly every afternoon the Duckworth carriage was late. He would stay after school to talk, ask questions about the Bible, or recite the latest verse he was memorizing.
Life in the classroom was not without its flaws, but Marcail was thrilled with the new Sydney. In fact, the entire class responded positively to the changes they saw in him. Marcail shared privately with the children she knew were praying for her and for Sydney. They continued their prayers, only this time they prayed that Sydney would grow in the Lord.
The weather was improving, and the class was now able to spend extra time out of doors, working on everything from nature projects to their spelling lessons. The end of the year was drawing to a close at an alarming rate. Even though Marcail was very pleased with the year, a dark shadow lay over her heart. It seemed the closer she and Sydney became, the further Alex and she moved apart.
He no longer took her home since the weather was so warm. In fact some mornings when Alex had to be out the door very early, she walked to school. This was really not a problem, but the most evident change in their relationship was the fact that he stopped touching her.
As they rode Kelsey, his touch was an impersonal one. He no longer kissed her goodbye or even walked her inside the schoolhouse once they arrived. At one time, Marcail would have said she preferred it this way, but she was discovering with heartrending clarity that she missed her husbands touch.
He was never rude or short-tempered with her, but along with his touch, the fun, light teasing hed always lavished on her had also left their marriage. Much of the time he was busy at the office, but even when they did spend time together, it was like living with a polite stranger. Marcail would have been surprised to learn that Alex would have described her the same way.
Something had died inside of Alex when he found his wife so severely injured and knew that if it had been up to her she would never have told him. He had really believed theyd come a long way, but it seemed all feelings of love and trust had been on his part.