Chapter 282 A Preacher's Daughter: #28

• "Things like that," Celia said softly when the video ended over an hour later, looking sideways at an ashen Amy, her face flushed, her forehead damp, her blonde curls plastered to her face. "You were quite something, as was your husband. I believe this is when you met; am I right?"
• "Yes," Amy managed to reply, shocked like she had never been shocked in her life, for the first time totally unsure of herself, what she was doing, what she should do. "But why are you showing me this?"
• "So that you'll know that I know, that I understand," Celia replied.