His mother rustled around the kitchen, cleaning up from breakfast, and he could hear the quiet hum of conversation between her and his father. His Grampa, eager to see if all the work at the church was complete, had left after a quick snack. Carter looked out under the big oaks, where Taylor and ...
She thought he ought to be able to act cheerful by will—like she did. Well, sorry, but that wasn’t how he was made. Zola tried to help him see his home life hadn’t been so bad, like Aston often did. But, then, Aston and Zola hadn’t lived through his childhood. They hadn’t watched Bowden get every...
She always liked to set up the dining room ahead of time to lighten her workload when her guests arrived. The fine family china and silver were on the table tonight, and everything sparkled in the late afternoon sun filtering through the dining room windows. Grace smiled as she walked around the ...