Iris Harris looked at her flushed face with urgency and sighed gently.
"Let me think about it, okay?" she said softly, "To be honest, I hadn't planned on staying long in Lincoln..."
"Iris..." Giselle Lester looked at her in shock.
"No, Mom, don't let your thoughts run wild. It has nothing to do with any of you..." Iris Harris lifted her hand, gently stroked Giselle Lester's face, and smiled slightly, "Let me think carefully, okay? I need a bit of time..."
"Family," for her, was a very subtle word.
She had once been deeply hurt by so-called family, but in her bones, she still longed for that connected kinship.
If someone stays in the snow too long, how can they not yearn for the warmth of spring?
However, the hostility from Melody Nelson and Nathan Nelson left her somewhat helpless.
Giselle Lester was too idealistic, unaware that her two children had already grown up with minds of their own and did not truly welcome her...
