She turned at the sound of the door. The moment her gaze landed on Chad, her breath hitched. Tears welled instantly, her frail hands gripping the arms of her chair as if to hold herself together.
“You came,” she whispered to Chad.
“I said I would. Is something special happening? It’s busy tonight,” he murmured.
Miranda laughed.
“It’s Bingo night,” she explained. “And sometimes people invite their families over, too. That’s why I told you to come tonight.”
I stepped forward, my own throat tightening.
“I’m Helena,” I said softly. “Chad’s wife.”
Something in her broke.
A shaky hand covered her mouth, her shoulder trembling as silent sobs racked through her. She hadn’t just missed Chad. She had missed all of this. She had missed birthdays, weddings, Christmas mornings, scraped knees and bedtimes stories, not just with Chad, but our children, too.
She had missed a lifetime. I crossed the room and took her hand.
“Tell me everything,” I whispered.
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