He hadn’t cared who’d seen them, if people would draw conclusions. He sort of hoped her parents would see them. Anyone who had ever ignored her. Hoped that they would see her out with someone who knew she was worthy of attention. Most people would look at them and assume nothing much. After all, they’d been surrogate family for years. But there might be a few who wondered if things were romantic between them. That didn’t bother him, either. He’d just wanted people to see her being treated as she should be. With respect. Reverence. Everyone who’d ever wronged her should know how wrong they were just by looking at her. Maybe they did. Maybe that was why her mother couldn’t bear to speak a word to her. He didn’t know. All he knew was that when he’d witnessed that, the pain he felt had been a clear echo of her own. And not just pain. Anger. Rage. He’d always known they were terrible, that they’d neglected her, but he’d had no idea just how bad it was.
What do You think about A Copper Ridge Christmas (2015)?
