She felt his legs press against her thighs as his arms wrapped around her chest, his breath warm and steady against her cheek. She fell back against him and willed some of his strength into the coldness of her heart.
Faith knew what her husband thought, that she took her family’s words as proof she did something wrong. He had watched her practically grovel at her mother’s feet all these years for just an inkling of acceptance from the woman. Faith had tolerated her sister’s harshness to be close to her mother, afraid that angering Cherish would anger her mother and cause Valerie to push her away even further. Faith didn’t doubt at all the course of his thoughts. The sad thing was, a few days ago he would have been absolutely right.
But not that night. Not then. Not ever again.