Chapter 170

"Mom, don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing." Suzan was more anxious about the child than anyone else.

She mulled over her next steps, wondering what would be best.

...

Time flew by, and before anyone realized it, the holidays were here.

It was Effie's first Christmas since marrying Lyman.

She took it seriously-after all, she was the new wife in the family.

First, she visited her grandmother, bringing along a generous basket of gifts and staying to share a meal.

Lyman had wanted to invite her grandmother over to their place for the holidays, thinking it would be livelier with her there. But Grandma preferred the company of her neighbor these days, and politely declined the invitation.

Effie didn't push it-she visited often enough anyway.

After dinner, she and Lyman headed home together.

This year, they were having Christmas Eve dinner at the old family house.

Uncle Healy and Uncle Fowler

had three sons: the eldest was Lyman's father; the second, Healy Etheridge, was married to Charis and had a son named Graham; the

the family business out of town, so they only came back for major

yet, she hadn't met the whole

felt a flutter of nerves in her

reassurance. "Don't worry. Luther's already picked out the gifts for everyone. All you have to do is hand

lips together, a hint of anxiety in her voice. "I just hope everyone's

have nothing to worry about. I'll be right by your

the surface, the Etheridge family seemed harmonious, but beneath it all, tensions

and Fowler's families had long resented Lyman's control over the business, but out of respect for the patriarch,

truth was, Lyman's talent left them no room

and slipped her arm through Lyman's as

was bright and bustling, with

the head of the room, Bancroft sat in his usual spot. When he

lit up his face. "There you are! Come, sit with

and

smiling as

Effie and Lyman entered, every pair of

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