my family. I don’t do touristy things.’
‘But...’ She found herself at a loss for words. ‘Don’t you and your family go out together? I mean, this is the best outing for a family.’
‘For certain kinds of families, yes, I suppose it is. But our family isn’t one of those.’
Again, Callie felt an incredible grief at his words. They’d been driving for less than twenty minutes and already she knew that Blake didn’t know if his father was proud of him or not, that their conversations mostly revolved around business, and that his family didn’t do outings together.
She didn’t know what was worse, she realised as she parked. Having a family—parents—and not having a great relationship with them, or having no parents but wonderful memories of them. She had always known that her parents were proud of her. And suddenly, for the first time since they’d died, she was grateful for those memories she had of her parents, no longer pushing them away.
‘IT’S BEAUTIFUL, ISN’T IT?’
Callie’s voice was soft next to him, and he turned slightly to her, not wanting to move his eyes from the view.
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