Chapter Nineteen
Sarah rose and went to the man she hoped her husband would forgive for his past cruelties and abuses toward Ian and his family. Holding out an arm, she supported him as she led him to the bench she’d just vacated.
The man hobbled slowly. He was frail, his skin had a translucent gray pallor. Frankly, he’d seen dead men who looked better than his grandfather at that moment. His oft-repaired serviceable clothing appeared far too large for his skeletal frame, and with the wheezing sounds he made, Sarah wondered if he’d even live to see another week.
This truly was his last wish, just as he’d said when he’d arrived.
“What is he doing here?” Her husband’s voice was filled with venomous hatred that had been stewing inside him for many years. His rigid stance showed no compass
