Windows to the Soul
Nate shifted, ice clinking in his glass. Dawn appeared, on the surface, to be fine, but Nate knew better. It was all in the eyes; a dull hollowness present that wasn’t there before Hank Summers had broken a little piece of her that Nate was nearly positive couldn’t be fixed. The best he could do was arrange for the Italian police to meet him at the airport and arrest him for fraud, embezzlement, and other organized crime related business, which he’d already done.
Still, she smiled and thanked the team, accepted Parker’s petting like it was par for the course.
“Are you sure you don’t need a ride?” he finally asked.
She turned to him and he knew that she knew that he knew. Still, she smiled and said, “No, thanks. My family’s swung into overprotective mode, so they’ve sent a ride.” He nodded and there was a knock on the door. Her eyes brightened, flooding with life for the first time since they’d told her what her father had said. “That’s for me.”
Eliot made her wait, swinging the door open and growling, “Whaddya want?”
“I’m here for Dawn,” the smiling pirate at the door said.
“Xander!” Dawn squealed, flinging herself at him.
Nate’s eyebrow rose as she was swung around, giggling. When she was back on her feet, she looked at him with a smile that had taken over her entire face, the hollowness in her eyes filled with love and affection and happiness. A bit of disappointment hung around the edges, but she didn’t seem to be letting that over take her. As he watched her go, tucked under the arm of Xander the smiling pirate, he thought perhaps that was something he could learn from her.