Joanne had never thought of herself that way. Not quite.
But… maybe Christina was right.
Maybe she wouldn't have settled for quiet, even if she thought she would. Maybe she would've kept pushing. She didn't like stagnation, after all. And Jeffrey, being who he was—brilliant, stubborn, ambitious—he'd have pushed with her. They would've made something together, no matter where they began.
Joanne couldn't stop the small smile tugging at her lips. "That's kind of you, Mrs. Winchester," she said, trying modesty. But there was pride behind it, undeniably.
Pride in herself.
Pride in Jeffrey.
Pride in the life they were building together.
Christina caught the glance Joanne threw at her own reflection again, the slight curve of her lips. The tiara glittered in her hair like it had always belonged there.
Yes. Yes.
