In the next instant, Emily Blair spun around, reached under a potted plant, and yanked out a coil of rope. Without hesitation, she flung it toward the cluster of adults gathered directly above Dennis Lane.
“Catch!” Emily shouted.
“It’s a rope! She’s got a rope!” someone cried out.
The moment the rope landed in their hands, their eyes lit up. Instantly, they forgot all about the woman who’d thrown it, and their fingers deftly tied a tight knot at the end before tossing it down.
“Grab on, kid! We’ll pull you up!”
Once Emily Blair had thrown the rope, she simply turned on her heel and walked away.
That was all she was willing to do.
The rest—she wasn’t going to get involved.
Expression cold and unreadable, Emily Blair sat back down beneath a tree, silent and withdrawn.
Tristan Davis followed her.
He had watched everything unfold. Only now did he realize what Emily had been hesitating about: whether or not to help Dennis Lane.
If the others knew she’d almost walked away, they’d probably have condemned her, standing on their moral high ground, demanding an explanation.
But Tristan Davis wasn’t about to do that.
He had plenty of questions of his own, but those were Emily’s to answer, if she ever wanted to.
Last night, he’d witnessed firsthand the cruelty The Lane Family had shown Emily Blair. He knew she’d lived with them for years.
No one else could truly grasp what she’d suffered there.
No one knew just how deep those wounds ran.
Tristan knew what a kind person Emily was. He also understood that something in her past must have cut her deeply enough to make her hesitate like that.
You can’t tell someone to forgive what you’ve never experienced yourself.
For Emily Blair to overcome her doubt and still try to save Dennis Lane—that was already an act of kindness.
He sat beside her in silence, offering quiet company.
His daughter, less attuned to the heaviness of the moment, scooted closer and asked, “You look sad. Did something happen?”
Emily managed a small smile and murmured, “I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.”
The little girl frowned, meeting Emily’s eyes with earnest concern. “You’re lying. You look really sad. Why?”
Emily hesitated, then said, “Maybe because we didn’t get to see the bears yet.”


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