Alice Kopp avoided looking at her mother. Or her son. No, she kept her eyes glued to Hunter Magleby, the ghost of a man she’d refused to let go of despite the gulf she’d placed between them.
She slipped her hand out of his as fury roared into Hunter’s expression. She put both hands on her son’s shoulders, hoping to use him to steady herself. Everything around her felt like it was rocking back and forth. Shaking. Maybe they were having an earthquake right now.
Or maybe all that trembling and breaking and splitting was just happening inside Alice.
“Say something,” she said to Hunter, who just stood there, his weight on his cane and his dark eyes storming in a way she’d never seen before. Hunter experienced emotions deeply, she knew that.
They’d fallen in love in a single summer, and the
