Sitting on the bench beside his granddaughter, Henry Summerlin absently rubbed his knuckles as he stared at a white pickup driving by. To say he had been shocked at his daughter, Teresa’s, appearance would have been an understatement. Regret and a deep sense of loss had pulled at him when he first saw her.
He had been expecting the visit from the sheriff’s office a long time ago. In truth, he was shocked that it had taken so long to happen. Teresa had always been hard-headed and rebellious, especially during her teenage years. She’d always had a weakness for the easy way out. Now, he wondered if his own stubbornness might not have contributed to her downfall.
His eyes flickered to where Makayla sat at the end of the bench. She looked so much like her mother, that for just a moment, he ha
