“Let’s get you home before the stars claim the night,” Susan suggested, guiding Amy toward the front door where Tim stood waiting, hat in hand.
“Thank you for everything, Susan. For the advice...and for listening.” Amy’s voice carried the weight of her gratitude.
“Anytime, dear,” Susan assured her. “Remember, we’re just a stone’s throw away.”
Tim offered his arm to Amy, and together they stepped out into the cool embrace of the Texas night. The sky, a vast expanse of velvet dotted with twinkling stars, seemed to echo the boundless opportunities before them.
“Beatrice may be a tough nut to crack,” Tim said quietly, “but we’ll find a way to her heart.”
“Like Susan said, ‘Love and patience’,” Amy mused, her resolve hardening.
“Sounds like a plan,” Tim agreed, his demeanor hopeful under the moon’s gentle glow. “We’ll reach her, one way or another.”
