Chapter Eighteen
SELBY FINISHED WASHING the glass and set it in the drainer, before reaching for another one on the counter. “I’m telling you,” he said, “she seemed stressed when she left. I think she’s taking her father’s dying pretty hard.”
“Who wouldn’t?” Faith asked as she took the glass he placed in the drainer and dried it. “I don’t know how I would handle it if my father were dying. The loss of a parent is intense. All we can do is be there for her.”
Selby set the next glass in the drainer and then dried his hands. Sliding to where his wife stood, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He kissed her on the nose tenderly, lingering slightly as he took a slow, steady breath. When he pulled away, he smiled down into her soft eyes. “I love you,” he told her.
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