no longer alone. He wiped his eyes and looked around the room. The bureau and chair stood where they always had. The coverlet on the bed had the same wrinkles it had yesterday. Nothing had changed, and yet everything had, for he had changed. He saw the room and the world with new eyes. Was this peace? Clay wasn’t certain. All he knew was that it was the most wonderful feeling of his life. He sank to the floor and knelt, his head bowed reverently. “Thank you, Lord.” His hands weren’t shaking. Men’s