![]() ![]() I still find myself forgetting you aren’t my little girls anymore.” Sian smiled. “We’re okay, Mom,” Rachel told her as they reached the road. Even though she knew this wasn’t healthy for any of them. They were all she had and she wanted to protect them from the world and the weather, and anything that might hurt them. Would he really rather be held in contempt of court than pay her?Ī gust of wind buffeted them and she held onto her daughters, despite them being old enough to fend for themselves. If he didn’t give her the money by Christmas, she’d have to consult a lawyer again. But instead of paying up, he’d dragged the whole sorry business out, forcing her to take him to court.īut even then, he hadn’t paid her. If Peter had paid her the money from her share of the house like he was supposed to, she could have bought herself a nice thick winter coat. Otherwise, she was going to freeze this winter.Ī knot of anger coiled tightly in her stomach. Perhaps a visit to the thrift shop might be a good idea. She’d bought new winter coats for Ella and Rachel when they moved to Bear Creek, but her meager funds had not stretched to the extravagance of buying one for herself. “Let’s get home.”Ī flurry of snowflakes blew toward them as they made their way down the museum steps and across the parking lot. The elation of reaching their target for the auction had rapidly waned, leaving her drained. “Yes, just a little tired.” Sian’s feet ached, her voice felt hoarse and all she wanted to do was sink into her comfortable sofa with a mug of hot cocoa and her feet tucked under her. “Are you all right, Mom?” Ella asked as Sian pulled on her gloves. She didn’t care that he’d tried to embarrass her in front of everyone, it was the fear that he might be here to cause hurt to Ella and Rachel that bothered her. But tonight, it was the unknown she feared. His behavior toward his wife and daughters had never been what was expected of a husband and father, it was as if he missed the memo on compassion and empathy. He might have left the museum, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t out there waiting for her. She also had one eye on the parking lot, scouring the area for any sign of Peter. Sian helped Ella and Rachel put their coats and scarves on as they stood in the entrance of the museum. ![]()
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