Chapter: 1901

Whether it was the sting from the slap or the depth of her act, tears rolled down her cheeks, stirring sympathy in the crowd that watched her silently.

Brody stepped closer, giving her shoulder a gentle pat, a silent cue that the ordeal at the airport had ended, and it was time to Leave.

Inside the car, Bethany sat quietly, her head hung low, but the tears kept flowing, tracing silent paths down her cheeks.

Bethany's tears flowed unceasingly, their cause a mystery even to her.

The sting of the slap had faded, yet something lingered-perhaps Godfrey's words had struck a deeper chord.