The scene inside was almost too beautiful; Daxton Lancaster and Violet Zimmerman were sitting on the sofa, their heads leaning against each other. Daxton had one arm around Violet, the other resting gently on her lower abdomen, softly stroking it with an expression of tenderness.
Seeing a young man burst in, the couple both turned their heads to look over.
At the door, Joseph Lancaster had a string of candied haws on his shoulder and was carrying several nylon bags in his hands. Looking at the loving couple, he forgot to react.
It was hard to describe the feeling—did he come cheerfully and leave disappointed? Or was he doused with cold water?
In any case, seeing his brother and sister-in-law being intimate made Joseph Lancaster feel very uncomfortable.
It was as if a large stone was pressing on his chest—so heavy, it was suffocating.
