Chapter 68

“No, my sister. Her name is Charlotte.”

“I see. Your papa always called her Charlotte.”

She shrugged.

George came in, carrying a tray. Bart Hall trailed after him, looking determined.

“Here you go, Captain. If you’ll have a seat?” He offered Steve the tray holding a cup of coffee, then set it on another table and turned to his sister. “Are Mama and Charlie still asleep?”

“Yes.”

The kid picked up his sister, held her tight, and rested his cheek against hers. “It’ll be okay,” he murmured. His shoulders shook.

“I know.” She petted his hair in an obvious attempt to comfort him.

Bart Hall slid his long arms around them both and murmured something, ending with what sounded like, “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

Steve felt like a fifth wheel. He’d leave, but more was going on here than a family mourning the loss of their patriarch.

He put down the cup. “I’d like a word with you, George.”

“Yes, of course.”

“In private?” Steve suggested.