Nancy Warner stared at the slow-moving river, a blade of wild grass clutched in her palm. It seemed to have thorns that pricked her heart until it ached. "Am I supposed to move on?" she asked suddenly.
Many people had told her to move on, but she had never tried. She didn't know if she could.
Facing the wind, the hem of Ian Sheffield's shirt fluttering slightly, he said, "You don't have to."
As if that was the very answer she'd been hoping for, Nancy Warner let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "That's not what you said before."
"I changed my mind." The last time he'd said that, the doctors had just declared Liam Lowell to be in critical condition. It was different now; he knew they still had a chance.
"Thank you."
It was rare these days to have someone on her side.
Ian Sheffield stood facing the wind, his hair getting tousled. His demeanor was gentle as he asked, "Do you need help with your mother?"
