Pregnancy& Maternity
I buried my face in my hands and cried quietly.
Every locked door, every denied photograph, and the suitcase placed at my feet had already received Garrett’s answer.
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Two months later, I moved into the cottage beside the lake.
Margaret wrote first.
Then my SIL.
I replied with only a brief note.
“I hold no grudge. I wish you peace. Please don’t write again.”
Joyce visited most Sundays, bringing coffee and stories. I planted tomatoes, lavender, and a small white rose bush beside the porch.
