Chapter Twenty
As soon as her husband and Thaddeus had left, Lucy went to the Chapel but found she would not be alone. In the front pew sat Harrison, his head down and his body visibly shaking. There was no mistaking the sound of his sobs as she walked silently forward.
“Harrison,” she sat down beside him without invitation and took his trembling hand. “They’ll bring her back,” she said. He wiped his face with the back of his free hand, his hair hanging down in his eyes. His other hand squeezed Lucy’s. She continued, “You love her, don’t you?” Harrison looked up at her then but still didn’t say anything. “It’s alright if you do, you know.”
He shook his head and looked away, “I’m just one of her playthings.”
“I thought the same of Master Beau once,” she told him.
Harrison pushed his
