Four
They remained at the table long after they’d finished eating, listening to Daphne chatter about the million things that fascinated kids her age, and Owen’s heart was lighter and freer than it had been in too long. He loved his mother and sister dearly, and he was grateful they’d gone out of their way to try to fill the void in him, but it wasn’t the same. Dinner was delicious—probably more so because of the charming company—and the resulting languor settled over him. He leaned back in his chair with his hands knitted behind his head and his legs stretched out in front of him, utterly content.
“She’ll go on all night unless we stop her,” Hope murmured as her daughter regaled them with a lengthy description about the baby goats their neighbor in Montana had asked her to help bottle fe
