reached out for her hand, and she gave it. Bella let him guide her to the couch, where they sat, her hand still in his. “You are so much like her,” he said. “You look like her.”
Bella nodded. Her grandmother had died when she was a baby but she’d seen pictures, and she did look just like her. From her wavy, dark hair to her green eyes, she was almost a carbon copy of her except for the fact that Bella had a few inches on her grandmother’s five-foot frame.
“And your voice.” Her grandfather shook his head. “You sing just like her. Like an angel sent from heaven. She would be so proud of you, Bella.”
She doubted that. There wasn’t much to be proud of. She’d spent most of her adult life living in cheap apartments, taking whatever gig she could get and hoping for her big break. And she’d thought she’d had it, too, if it hadn’t been for Kyle. Or maybe it was her temper that had gotten the best of her? Maybe she shouldn’t have cared that he was sleeping with other people. After all, they weren’t exclusive. Still…
Bella shook her head. “I don’t know, Papa. I haven’t done anything much to be very proud of.”
He shook her hands and forced her to look at him. “Are you kidding me, Bella? You are living your dream every day and working hard to see it realized. These things don’t happen overnight, baby girl. They take time and the only way to achieve your goal is to try. That’s what you’re doing. Every day. Your grandmother would be very proud of you. Just like I am.”
A tear slipped from her eye and she let it fall to her lap. His belief in her was so strong. Maybe it was enough for both of them.
“Do you know why I moved to Glacier Falls all those years ago?”
She shook her head. Her mom said something about how he’d wanted to run away after her grandmother died, but Bella always thought there was more to it than that.
“It was always your grandmother’s dream to live in the mountains. Did you know that?”
Bella shook her head.
“We talked about it and planned how we’d do it one day. But something always came up to stop us. There was always a reason not to do it. So we’d put it off for later. But then she died and there was no later.” He took a breath. “So I did it. Just the way we should have when she was alive. I took the leap, quit my job in the city and got on at the hardware store here in Glacier Falls. Your mother never could understand why I’d trade that life for this one, but your mother never had a dream like mine.” He squeezed her hands together again. “Like yours.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes while Bella absorbed everything he’d said.
“Thank you, Papa,” she said after a while. “I needed that. I think maybe I’ve lost faith in myself for a bit.”
He laughed and released her hands. “Nonsense. You’ve always had it. You’ve just forgotten for a moment.” He pushed up from the couch and selected another ornament to hang.
“And one more thing...” He handed her a felted snowman. “Keep your eyes open.”
“What?”
He chuckled. “There’s always more than one path to get where you’re going, and if you aren’t paying attention, you could miss the path that will change everything.”
She wanted to ask him what exactly he meant by that, but he didn’t seem interested in talking anymore and she didn’t want to push him.
“You know what would be good? Some hot chocolate. There’s nothing like hot chocolate when you’re decorating the tree.”
Bella laughed and kissed him on the cheek on her way into the kitchen.
Unwilling to go home to a quiet apartment, Jeremy instead headed to the Knot, the local pub. It was Thursday, guys night. Or what had been guys night. To be fair, he hadn’t been to the Knot on a Thursday in months, so he couldn’t be certain it was still a thing. For a while, he’d avoided going because Damon was back in town and married to Katie. It had gotten a little awkward after Jeremy had punched him that one time, but then he’d just gotten busier and busier with work. And truthfully, when he did have a quiet night, he was more inclined to spend it relaxing in front of the TV before he fell