As if Dillon could feel their heartache, he said, “My sister did something similar. Sadly, though, my family and I haven’t heard from her in four years.”
Mrs. Glover took Dillon’s hand. “I’m so sorry.”
Dillon sandwiched her hand with both of his. “Thank you. I hope to get closure one day.”
I prayed that day would come soon for him.
Mr. Glover cleared his throat. “Ms. Marx, we can’t tell you much more than that except we loved our daughter dearly. She was a bright light on a gloomy day. She had high hopes of studying journalism. But as we said, she wanted to take a couple of years and find herself.”
Wow!Now I was more intrigued about Nadine. But I would never know more about her. I had enough info to use if the Glovers would let me.
“Do I have your permission to print that, Mr. Marx?” I asked.
He nodded.
Mrs. Glover let go of Dillon. “We appreciate you coming.”
That was our cue to go. I wanted to ask more questions, but I couldn’t without breaking down, and I had enough to use for an article.
I hooked my arm in Dillon’s. “Again, we’re so sorry for your loss.”
Silence followed us to Dillon’s car.
Once we were on the road, I finally sighed. “Thank you for stepping in. I seriously was close to bawling.”
He grasped my hand. “I got you.”
I liked that. I liked that a ton.
