CHAPTER 13
Sheridan sat on the antique sofa, her head in her hands. The wait had grown beyond painful to excruciating. I can hardly imagine Michael would actually leave me, except he's so terribly uncertain about having a baby. The counselor was right. We should have talked about these things long since, but I had so hoped to forget.
Well, I'm remembering now. Surrendering to the inevitable, she rose from the sofa and crossed the living room, entering her bedroom. The crumpled bedsheets teased her, reminding her of the many times Michael had joined her there. Opening her bedroom closet, she drew out a scrapbook and carried it back to the living room where her cup of tea waited. As she passed the bedside table, she grabbed a box of tissues.
Returning to the sofa, she opened the book to s
