Steam rose in wisps, fogging Regina Hale's features and obscuring her expression.
The brewed tea was apricot-yellow, its aroma sharp and mellow. Preston Keaton took a calm, composed sip, the fragrance seeping into his very being.
The weather was pleasant today. From their vantage point, they had the best view of Clearwater Bay. The sea and sky blended into one, dotted with a few yachts. Sunlight fell upon the water, making it sparkle.
"A few days ago, the Fords came to see me, bringing their little girl to apologize," she began slowly, setting her teacup down gently. "They said they'd upset you and Sophie Sullivan. That little girl was probably terrified by you two. Her eyes were red and swollen when she got here. Why get so serious with a young girl?"
Preston Keaton had already heard the news.
The Ford Family hadn't dared to approach him directly. They thought that by coming to Clearwater Bay, Regina Hale would relay their plea for mercy.
