Chapter 147

Wyatt Rowley was David and Sylvia's only son.

Clara sipped her tea. "That's fine. I'll pick up some local specialties for you two to bring back."

Sylvia patted her head. "And what about you? Will you come with us this year?"

She sometimes admired Clara's thoughtfulness, yet other times pitied how alone and restrained she always seemed.

Every year they invited Clara to spend the holiday with them.