Gracie paced the floor. She was confident that Larry would call any minute and tell her he’d found the box and was able to destroy its contents. But her phone never rang and she could feel panic mode settling in. She heard a stir from the bassinet in the corner, and shame washed over her. That stupid blackmail box wasn’t important. Patience couldn’t hurt her anymore, even if she tried. Her life was good now. No great. It was so much better than she ever anticipated, and she had her little sister to thank for that. Gracie turned off the phone and picked up her purring bundle of joy. He was gorgeous, just like his father.
“How would you like a little brother or sister?”
The women watched Genevieve walk slowly through the front yard. She stopped at a large oak tree and ran her fingers along a particular spot. She leaned forward and let her forehead rest on the trunk. A slight breeze blew her white hair away from her tear streaked face.
“Should we go out there?” Dayna looked at Agnes. “I don’t like the way she looks.”
Agnes shook her head. “Let’s give her a few minutes. It’s been a while since she’s been here. I’m sure it’s overwhelm--”
“Shush!” Karen elbowed each of them. “She’s coming.”
“How would you like a little brother or sister?”
The women watched Genevieve walk slowly through the front yard. She stopped at a large oak tree and ran her fingers along a particular spot. She leaned forward and let her forehead rest on the trunk. A slight breeze blew her white hair away from her tear streaked face.
“Should we go out there?” Dayna looked at Agnes. “I don’t like the way she looks.”
Agnes shook her head. “Let’s give her a few minutes. It’s been a while since she’s been here. I’m sure it’s overwhelm--”
“Shush!” Karen elbowed each of them. “She’s coming.”
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