Mid-cry, Seth heard silent sobs and paused. Tilting his head towards Fay, his brow furrowed when he discovered she was also crying.
His pain turned into amusement as he watched her cry. She couldn't possibly be crying because of a stranger's story. Something had to have happened to her.
There was no one that was that empathetic towards a stranger.
Silently, he watched her cry. He could see a little of Carla, Rayce, his daughter-in-law and even himself in her.
If his granddaughter had survived the accident, she would be around her age. Because he never got to meet her, he satisfied his conscience and curiosity by imagining the redhead who was trying and failing to be discreet with her tears, as his own blood.
And the most fascinating part of that imagination was that he could see it. Didn't his wife mention his daughter-in-law had freckles? Didn't his own son have dimples?
She suddenly lifted her head, and he whipped his to the other side.
