Chapter 32

For a moment, we stood in silence, the

of distance between us heavy in the air. Then Vesta's face brightened as she remembered something. "How's your son?" she asked, her voice full of warmth. "The last time I saw him, he was just a baby. He must be, what, a teenager by Her question hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt the air leave my lungs as the ache I had buried deep inside rose to the surface. "He... he's gone, Vesta," I

yea

whispered, my throat tightening. "He died."

Vesta's face fell, and her hand flew to her

mouth. "Oh my God, Doris... I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

I forced a smile, though my heart felt

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heavy. "How could you have known? We

lost touch."

Tears welled up in Vesta's eyes as she reached out to hug me again, this time softer; more carefully. "I'm so, so sorry," she whispered. "I can't even imagine what you've been through." 'I didn't cry. I had cried so many tears over

the years that there were none left.

Instead,

I stood there, letting her hold me, feeling the weight of everything I had carried alone for so long. When she finally let go, Vesta wiped her eyes and looked at

me with renewed determination.

she said softly. "But you're here now, and I'm here too. We can figure this

stirring inside me. Maybe I

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why don't we go

suggested,

"There's so much I

7

of me

it was like to

finally.

before stepping back. "Great! I'll

I sat back down, feeling a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside me-sadness, relief, maybe even

His Knees His Pless

walked out of the medical wing and into a long, bright corridor, memories

sisters. It was strange how time had pulled us apart, how

my arm. "I've missed you too, Doris. More than

in a long while, I felt the stirrings of something like hope.

chances. As we

the hallway, I reali

that this

something new-a chance

what I had lost

by my side again, maybe I could find the

face whatever came next.

I could say anything more,

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