“Goodness! I think that is enough already,” Lauren snapped. She wiped the tears off her eyes and stepped forward.
“We are all feeling emotional, but dinner's getting cold, and I'm famished.”
“Yeah, me too,” Roland said.
Lauren glanced at him, but this time her gaze was distant. Reserved.
She blinked and moved over to their father's side.
“Come on Dad, let's get you inside.”
“Okay,” Russell gave a faint nod. He allowed her to hold his arm and they both turned for the entrance.
As they went in, Roland lingered behind, watching, pondering.
Lauren will ask about the text message again. She'd ask about the man who sent it. But when she does, he has to be ready to give her an answer.
What would it be?
Roland hissed, brushing a finger on his forehead.
Do I come clean about where
