A tall figure strode into the room.
"Did you get wet?" Larkin's eyes scanned Erica from head to toe.
With a gentle smile, Erica shook her head and then reached up to brush the droplets of rain from Larkin's hair.
Only then did Lenora notice, Erica was wearing an oversized coat... and Larkin didn’t have one.
Just then, Erica seemed to catch Lenora's gaze and looked her way.
Lenora felt as if she'd been stripped bare, paraded under the harsh scrutiny of broad daylight. She felt shocked and embarrassed. The gossip of the ladies buzzed annoyingly in her ears.d2
Erica didn’t ignore her, and she nodded politely.
Lenora quickly returned the gesture with a slight nod of her head.
Shortly after, Erica looped her arm through Larkin's and they headed towards the hotel elevator.
Just at that moment, a kid barreling through with a suitcase nearly collided with them. Larkin's reflexes were sharp; he quickly steered Erica to the side, shielding her from the oncoming chaos.
Lenora had always believed that Erica's love for her son, after so many years, couldn't just vanish in a matter of months.
As for her marriage to Larkin, it was nothing more than a ploy to get a rise out of Jacob. But at that moment, Lenora realized how foolish her assumptions had been all along.
She knew her son well. Jacob's care for Erica was nothing compared to Larkin's tender attentiveness. Having been cherished by her own husband for decades, she understood all too well the joy of being loved wholeheartedly.
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Yet another garbled story! I'd rather pay to read than read such rubbish! Gosh ill even proof read for free for you before you publish your garbled mess!...