“Shea!”
Rhys pulled me into a tight hug.
“I’ve been thinking about you since the funeral. Your grandmother would’ve been so proud.”
We sat in the living room as Greta brought coffee. The whole scene was so warm, ordinary, and complete that something inside me locked up entirely.
Rhys looked at me with soft, caring eyes.
“Your grandmother was the finest woman I’ve ever known. She kept this whole family together.”
The words went through me like an electric current. He had no idea how true it was, or what it had cost Bess to carry that weight.
I opened my mouth, but I paused.
“I’m glad you’re coming to the wedding,”
I said instead.
“It would mean everything to me. Uncle Rhys, would you walk me down the aisle?”
His face crumpled in the best possible way. He pressed his hand to his chest as if I had just handed him a precious gift.
