Spread.
Nothing more.
Comfort.
Carol had entered my life when I was at my lowest. She never pressured me to explain the pain I carried. She simply stayed.
And slowly, then completely, I fell in love with her.
Discover more
cookie
Study Plants
Order Bulk Seeds
From the beginning, Carol told me she couldn’t have children. I accepted that and assumed fatherhood would never be part of my life.
Then sometime later, she suggested adoption.
A little girl.
That was when we decided to marry and become a family.
“Walt.”
“I’m right here.”
“Tell me about Sunday breakfasts. When Rebecca was little.”
“You made cinnamon pancakes. Our daughter sat on the counter cracking eggs and getting shells in the bowl.”
“She looked so much like me back then.”
“She still does.”
People around Millfield used to say Rebecca had her mother’s entire face.
“Except those green eyes,” I said. “They always made her stand out.”
Discover more
Advertisement
Boost SEO Traffic
Talk to a Doctor
Carol turned her face away.
“They certainly did.”
She stayed silent for a moment.
“Your mother would’ve loved seeing her grown.”
I thought about Ruth, my mother, who had died ten years earlier.
Half of Millfield still remembered her as a saint. She’d taught Sunday school for forty years and never failed to bring a casserole to a grieving neighbor.
“Mama would’ve spoiled her rotten.”
Carol’s fingers suddenly tightened around mine.
“Walt, I’ve been a good wife to you, haven’t I?”
