Linda Lael Miller Quote

Macon grinned as a white-haired man with pale, bushy eyebrows approached. He was wearing a light-colored suit, like most of the men around him, and there was a black string tie at his throat. His blue eyes were gentle as they moved from Steven’s face to Emma’s, and he extended a hand to her. Hello, Emma, he said simply. Emma’s gaze shifted to Steven as he was led away roughly, and tears gathered on her lashes, blinding her. She wanted to scream that he was innocent, but she knew that would only make bad matters worse. While a smug Macon watched Steven disappear, the old man smiled at Emma and offered her his handkerchief. Since my grandson hasn’t troubled himself to introduce us, he said, with a sour glance at Macon, I’ll do the honors. I’m Cyrus Fairfax, and now that you’ve joined the family I consider myself your granddaddy. Emma dried her eyes and squared her shoulders. She would be no use to Steven if she crumpled into a heap of self-pity and despair. I’m Emma, she said, even though she realized he already knew that. And my husband didn’t kill anyone. I tend to agree with you, Cyrus replied, laying his hand lightly on the small of Emma’s back and steering her toward the steps of the platform. While we’re waiting for the rest of the world to come around to our way of thinking, we’ll get to know each other. Emma’s gratitude was almost as overwhelming as her despondency. If it hadn’t been for Cyrus’s appearance at the station, she would have been left alone with Macon. And that was a prospect she certainly didn’t relish. Linking