Page 44 of A Cowboy's Halloween

Heather’s parents continued to gush about their experiences at the Haunted Harvest event, eagerly sharing their favorite moments and the attractions that had left a lasting impression on them.

“That haunted corn maze was something else! I haven’t been that scared in years. Those actors did a fantastic job!” her dad said.

“And the ghostly hayride!” Her mom touched her chest. “The way Myles told those spooky stories had us on the edge of our seats. I thought I saw a real ghost!”

As Heather listened to her parents relive their adventure, she couldn’t help but smile. Their enthusiasm was contagious, and their presence in her life meant more to her than words could express. It was heartwarming to see them so engaged and excited about the event she had poured her heart and soul into.

“I’m so glad you had a great time,” she said with a grin. “It means so much to me that you were there to share in this experience. The community coming together like this is what it’s all about. I can see why you decided to settle down here in the canyon.”

Her parents nodded in agreement, and their pride in their daughter’s accomplishments shone through their expressions. It was a moment of pure joy and connection, reminding Heather of the importance of family and the bonds they shared.

As they continued to talk, Heather felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. She knew that no matter what the future held, the support and love of her family would always be a source of strength and inspiration in her life.

“I can’t wait to see just how much the Haunted Harvest is going to impact Shooting Star Canyon,” her dad said.

Heather’s grin shrunk. She wouldn’t be around to see that. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride and contentment. The event had not only brought the community together but had also made a significant impact on the town.

“It’s amazing how an event like this can bring so much joy and excitement to our little town,” her dad continued. “People from all walks of life came together tonight, and it was truly something special.”

“Absolutely, dear,” her mom agreed. “The Haunted Harvest will become a cherished tradition, and it’s heartwarming to see how much it means to everyone.”

Heather knew that the success of the event was a testament to the hard work and dedication of the entire team, including her own. It reaffirmed her belief in the power of community and coming together for a common purpose.

“Having you both here tonight made it even more special,” Heather said.

“Did you really think we wouldn’t come out and support you?” her mom asked.

As they continued to discuss the evening’s events and their impact on the town, Heather felt a sense of fulfillment and gratitude wash over her. The Haunted Harvest had not only brought joy to the community but had also strengthened the bonds between her and her parents. It was a night they would cherish and remember for a long time to come.

Heather’s parents’ joy was infectious, and it eased some of the uncertainty that had been weighing on Heather’s mind. The support of her parents, along with the love of the community, gave her the strength to face the choices and challenges that lay ahead in her journey.

“You know, Heather, that Jack Griffin seems like such a nice young man,” her mom commented, her tone seemingly innocent, but there was a knowing look in her eyes. “He’s been such a support to you, hasn’t he?”

Heather’s cheeks flushed slightly. It was clear that her mom had noticed the connection between Heather and Jack, even if they hadn’t openly discussed it.

“Yes, Mom, Jack has been a great friend.” Heather wasn’t sure if she could really call him her boyfriend yet. They weren’t going to have to talk about so many things, and now, she wished she hadn’t brought up her fears to him about her career earlier. She cleared her throat and added, “He’s been there for me through all of this.”

Heather’s mother smiled warmly, her eyes filled with understanding and affection. “Well, dear, sometimes great friendships can lead to something more. Follow your heart and do what makes you happy.”

Heather appreciated her mother’s supportive words. She had been through a lot in her life, and her mother’s guidance meant a lot to her. It was a gentle reminder that sometimes, the best things in life came unexpectedly, and it was okay to embrace them.

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Her dad grunted. “I did like him,” he said.

Heather laughed. “Thanks?”

They all laughed.

“I’m off to bed,” Heather said. She stifled a yawn.

“Yes, of course, dear. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, Heather.”

As Heather headed upstairs to her bedroom, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness wash over her. She knew that despite the successful evening and the support of her family, there were scars from her past that still lingered, both on the outside and on the inside.

As she changed into her pajamas and stood in front of the mirror, her gaze fell upon the scars that marred her skin, a painful reminder of the abusive relationship she had endured. Makeup had become her armor, concealing the physical scars with skillful precision, but it couldn’t erase the emotional wounds that ran deep within her.

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