Nora Vance looked at Uncle Jed, her voice filled with surprise.
"Uncle Jed, you knew my father?"
Uncle Jed waved a dismissive hand. "Go on, get Dot some water."
Seeing his reluctance to speak further, Nora carefully picked up the cup. But as she turned, her foot slipped.
She stumbled, and half the water sloshed out onto the steel floor.
"That brat…"
Uncle Jed was already looking out the window. Ethan was out there, inching forward one tiny step at a time.
The steel plate beneath his feet crawled across the sand at a glacial pace.
Nora quickly carried the remaining water over and helped Dot drink. Dot swallowed greedily, as if she hadn't had a drop in days.
When Nora turned to look out the window again, Ethan had stripped off his upper garment and draped it over his neck. His pale, almost luminous skin caught the last rays of sunlight.
It was a shade of white Nora couldn't help but envy.
