Chapter 12
Hannah felt surprisingly good as she sat at the breakfast table in the cozy ranch kitchen, despite her life being flipped all topsy-turvy.
Belle, a slender, cheery woman old enough to be Jesse’s grandmother, clucked her way about the kitchen as she made eggs, bacon, and from-scratch biscuits with sausage gravy. If Jesse bringing home a girl was unusual, she made no sign of it. She served breakfast and embarrassing stories of Jesse’s youth in equally generous portions.
Rather than blushing, Jesse would just tease her right back. The love between them ran deep and clear.
Walt Johnson’s main contribution to stories about his son’s antics were low chuckles.
Hannah had never sat a table like this one. Even before her Pa had run off with Larry’s wife and Larry, the abusive bastar
