"She owled the other day, but I've been too busy to reply." She sniffed, the lie rolling off her tongue easily. Truthfully, Evelyn hadn't been able to put quill to scroll without letting the rage inside her bubbling over and into her words. It had been years since she and Emerson hadn't spent Christmas together. Not since Julian had convinced Emerson that spending Christmas down south was a good idea. Emerson had halfheartedly extended an invitation to join them, but Evelyn had intruded on so many Christmases since Elaine's death, that she felt the family deserved to spend it alone. It had been the loneliest Christmas Evelyn had experienced since she was a child.
Grabbing the hand resting on her thigh, she threaded their fingers together and stared at the way they fitted together so perfectly, "I do have something I want to discuss with you Vera, but I am unsure how to proceed. You said you wanted to remain involved, but I fear that I may be doing more damage by doing just that."