In his eyes
Greg collapsed into her embrace, his body wracked with sobs that resonated through the silence.
As his tears subsided, he pulled back, shame flickering in his eyes. "Nora," he began, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion, "he betrayed me, they both betrayed me, she used me ..."
He started sobbing again and Nora held him.
A soft, insistent warmth brushed against Greg's cheek, followed by the light, sweet scent of bubblegum and sunshine. He cracked open his eyelids, bleary with sleep, to find himself staring into the sparkling blue eyes of Nora's daughter, Graycen. Her tiny face, framed by messy pigtails the colour of spun gold, beamed down at him, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.