Bancroft cleared his throat, an awkward flicker in his eyes before he finally looked at the photograph.
He hadn’t paid it much attention before—just caught a glimpse and felt a rush of anger—but now that Lyman had enlarged the image, he saw something that made his heart skip.
At first glance, it looked as if Effie was pressed tightly against Granger. But now Bancroft could see that Effie’s hand was lifted in front of her chest, creating a clear barrier between them.
Even in a tense moment, her instincts had kicked in; she clearly didn’t want any physical contact with Granger. That told Bancroft all he needed to know about the real story behind the photo.
He was certain everyone else understood, too—the person who snapped the picture had an agenda.
Effie let out a quiet sigh of relief. Thank goodness the Etheridge family was reasonable. If this had been the Lloyds, there would have been a full-blown scene before she could get a word in edgewise.
She paused, a little surprised at herself. Why was she even comparing the two families? The Lloyds weren’t even in the same league as the Etheridges.
“Grandpa, now that everything’s cleared up, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my wife home,” Lyman said, turning to Bancroft.
Bancroft, now thoroughly embarrassed, waved a hand to dismiss them, signaling that they could go.
Just as they were about to leave, Lindy spoke up. “Wait a moment.”
Effie froze, worried Lindy might have something else to add.
But Lindy’s voice was gentle, filled with concern. “Effie, why did you go to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell? Did you see a doctor? What did they say? If you’re not feeling well, you have to tell us, okay? Don’t keep it bottled up.”
Effie looked up and saw the genuine worry on Lindy’s face. Her heart softened.
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