Grace Thompson looked at him and quietly made a funny face, then said, "Mommy, please hurry back. I'm going upstairs now."
Saying this, Grace scampered away, her little short legs catching up with her speed under Charlotte Thompson's watchful gaze. Her pink princess dress lifted slightly with the breeze.
...
After hanging up the phone, Henry Hudson stared blankly at the scenery outside, lost in thought.
Was everything really going to end like this? All the efforts he had made just to end up here. Life was back on track, the children craved their father, and Justin Battleson was slowly becoming a part of their lives.
Parental bonds were irreplaceable; Justin would forever be a part of their lives.
He, perhaps, was just a passerby after all.