Cooper was a good man. He'd never do anything Grace's stepfather had done. In ten years of marriage, sober, drunk or pushed to his limit; he'd barely raised his voice to Belle, let alone his hand.
"You just ain't found the right one yet," she told Grace. "You'll know him when you find 'em. And you're still young. Enjoy it." She frowned when the girl talked about her family missing her. "I don't know about me and Cooper. I ain't never met any of his family and he don't talk about them. Mine's used to not hearing from us for months." She sighed and shook her head. "I don't know what to tell you they're thinking. Hopefully, they're praying hard and not giving up on you. Right?"