“That is okay,” Grace said softly. “Everyone makes mistakes, and that is why people need love.”
Those words struck Harper deeper than the cold wind ever could, and she felt something inside her shift. The man behind Grace finally stepped forward and offered a polite smile as he said, “I am Daniel Brooks, Grace’s father.”
Harper quickly wiped her eyes and introduced herself, “My name is Harper Collins.” Daniel glanced at her bare feet and then at the snow gathering along the street before saying carefully, “You should not be out here tonight.”
“I will manage,” Harper replied, though her voice lacked conviction. Daniel hesitated briefly before speaking again, “My wife passed away six months ago, and it has been difficult for Grace.”
Grace immediately took Harper’s hand and said, “She is nice, Dad.” Daniel nodded and then took a breath before saying, “We have a spare room, nothing special, but it is warm, and you can stay there tonight if you want.”
Harper’s first instinct was to refuse because she had learned that kindness often came with hidden conditions. However Grace tightened her grip on Harper’s hand and whispered, “Please.”