Chapter Twenty-Seven
Emmaline looked up from her sewing machine across the room. “That’s like the fourth heavy sigh you’ve let out in the last ten minutes. What gives?”
Lydia waved her off. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
“She’s just missing her man,” Luci hollered from the kitchen.
“Do you have bionic ears, or something?” Lydia hollered back.
“Nope. I just recognize a lovesick sigh when I hear it. Even from the kitchen.”
“I–” The denial was on her lips, but Lydia caught a flash of the giant diamond out of the corner of her eye and stopped her protest mid-word. “I wouldn’t call it lovesick,” she amended, twisting her ring. “But I do miss him.” That at least, was truth. She didn’t want to miss him, she didn’t want to think about him nonstop, or look forward to their nightly FaceTime calls, but sh
