There was nothing Abe could say in return for that, not with Laura listening. For a moment he had thought it was sarcasm, directed at him, and then he saw the glimmer of a tear as the dark lashes lower to fail Isabella’s eyes. Her teeth caught her lower lip for a second and then she was come again. She had not responded about her feelings for him, but for Myron, Laura’s real father. But then she had written that letter to him. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. Had he somehow misunderstood her? The woman tied him in knots.
“Is it a secret or may I tell everyone?” Laura was already off the seat, hopping from foot to foot in her eagerness.
“Yes, you may tell,” Isobel said and sat, her hands relaxed in her lap, watching Laura as she raced across the lawn to the other children.
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