"What was he like in the past?" Joanne asked, her eyes drifting again to where Jeffrey stood, laughing easily with someone across the lawn.
Somehow, talking about him—even when she was frustrated—lifted her mood. She was beginning to realize there were whole parts of his life she didn't know. And oddly, she wanted to know. She wanted to understand the man who had changed so much in just four years.
She had assumed, from the way Elsa and Jeffrey bickered, that there must be some buried dislike. But the way Elsa softened when she spoke of him told another story entirely.
Elsa raised a brow but didn't hesitate. "Reckless," she said with a soft chuckle. "But his heart was stupidly big. He couldn't walk past anyone hurting without offering help, even if it burned him."
Joanne smiled faintly. That… sounded about right.
