Chapter 60

But the one thing both women had in common—they had good, kind hearts, and that attribute manifested in both pairs of eyes. They always put others, especially Mac, first. As he stared at Aunt Virginia, he felt a ball form in his throat and the tears gather. He didn’t want her first time seeing him after several years to be a vision of him as a snotty, sobbing mess, so he drew in several deep breaths, clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to remain calm.

At last Aunt Virginia looked up from her book and spied him. She closed the book, and her lips went up in a smile that belied the sadness in her eyes. She stood, somewhat unsteadily, and began moving toward him. She had a little limp.

Mac hurried to meet her, not wanting her to walk any farther than she had to.

She grabbed him and hugged him fiercely once he was within reach. “I love you, dear boy,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m so glad you’re here.”