They stood in the passenger arrival area. Haisley seemed unwilling to stray far from Gilbert. The petite girl didn't mind being in Gilbert's embrace, occasionally looking up and smiling at her younger brother, but she didn't even glance at Nathan. This only served to infuriate him further.
Why did he feel like an ignored airport pillar to her several times over?
Nathan was still gazing at the girl when he heard a familiar loud voice, and a tall, slim, beautiful woman with long hair dyed dark brown and ombre with golden strands enveloping Haisley's small frame almost caused her to fall backward if Gilbert hadn't quickly steadied her by the waist. The woman's scolding was ear-piercing.
Nathan averted his gaze and saw his father approaching, pulling two suitcases with both hands. The nearly sixty-year-old man came closer, and Nathan greeted him with a hug, patting his back gently.
"How are you, Pa?" he said.
"Good, very good," his father replied softly, in stark contrast to his wife
