Chapter 15
Wade
They settled into the great room after dinner, their bellies full of Lorna’s delicious brisket. That woman could cook and Wade was grateful she’d stayed on after his father passed. She was the closest thing he’d had to a mother or grandmother most of his life.
She’d joined them after the table was cleared and Wade had pitched in to help wash the dishes.
“I’m so glad you boys are decorating this year. This house has been gloomy for too long,” she remarked as she settled at one end of the large sofa.
Lorna was right. Over the years, his father had slowly sucked the joy from the family home. But Wade could feel it coming back, even though the man had been gone for only a short time. Wade knew he should probably feel some kind of remorse or shame for being glad the sense o
