He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 42

Theresia felt a rush of emotion she couldn’t quite put into words. Even though she’d only been away for three months, it seemed like ages since she’d really looked at her hometown. Maybe three years, maybe more. She should never have had to live through those lost years, but that was all because of them…

A spark flashed in her usually soft eyes. She pressed her lips together, her brow pinched as memories threatened to rise.

Hanson took her suitcase from her. After she hugged Farris goodbye, Theresia slipped into the car.

Harrisburg at night was alive with lights, every window glowing, turning the darkness into something bright and welcoming.

Theresia sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the familiar streets rolling by. She couldn’t drink it in fast enough. It almost felt like if she kept looking, she could make up for all the beauty she’d missed in those years.

Hanson’s voice broke through her thoughts. “I booked us a table. We’ll grab dinner, then I’ll take you to your hotel.”

She nodded. Hanson always had everything figured out. No need to argue.

When they reached the restaurant, their private room was ready and the food was already on its way. It was like he’d timed it perfectly so they didn’t have to wait around.

Every dish was something Theresia loved. Biting into the flavors she’d been craving for so long, she ended up eating way more than she usually did.

Leaning back and rubbing her full belly, she let out a happy sigh. “Seriously, nothing heals the heart like food from home. No matter how nice the world is, nothing beats this.”

Hanson poured her a cup of tea and slid it in front of her. “Now that’s what I like to hear. There’s no place like where you grew up. Come on, eat more. No need to hold back with me.”

Theresia propped her chin on her hand and smirked. “Are you trying to fatten me up or something?”

Hanson laughed, loud and genuine. “That’s the Theresia I remember. Sharp tongue and all. I’d take this version of you any day over how you were those last three years…”

He stopped, realizing too late what he’d said.

After a long moment, Theresia finally spoke. “Not now. Maybe another time.”

Naomi’s ten-year sentence was finally over. Theresia had asked Hanson to pick her up, then set her up with a place to stay in a quiet little town far from the city. That way, the Baker family would never have to see her again. No more trouble.

At least, Theresia figured, this was the least she could do as a daughter. The only thing she could do right now.

She turned to look out the window, her eyes deep and distant. On the outside, she looked calm, but her fingers were tight around her teacup, giving her away.

Hanson, who’d known her all his life, could see right through her.

He reached over, his voice gentle. “Theresia, Naomi really messed up. But she’s paid for it. She’s done her time. You’re her daughter. It’s been so many years. Maybe it’s time to let yourself off the hook, too.”