“Ah ken what it’s like to lose a parent,” he said before disappearing into the darkness.
Lindsey lay back on the straw, listening to it rustle under her. She didn’t hear a thing from the other room all night.
The fire snapped and crackled as the logs began to burn down. As her eyes closed, she thought about what he’d said and done for her. She could go home now. She knew where the locket was.
It would all be fine. They could sell it and do up the house. She’d finally be able to see her mom living in comfort for the first time ever.
Not yet, she told herself. First, she had a promise to keep. She was going to get the sacred stone for him, see him reunited with his father. She might never have known hers, but she knew well enough the desire to help a parent.
That was the main thing they had in common. They’d both lost one parent and wanted to do what was right for the other. He had helped her, it was time to do the same.
She wondered if she could do something to say thank you for hiding the locket. An idea came to her and she fell asleep with a smile playing across her lips.
