Helen nodded, leveraging herself up with practiced determination.
“Don’t let him change your mind, Sophia. You’ve made the right decision.”
I watched her disappear inside before turning my attention to Blake, who approached the porch with visible hesitation.
In the fading light, he looked younger than his thirty years—more like the earnest law student Amber had first brought home than the polished attorney he’d become under the Prescotts’ grooming.
“Mrs. Carter,” he greeted me cautiously. “I hope I’m not intruding.”
“That depends on why you’re here, Blake,” I said, gesturing
