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“So how did it go?” Terri asked. She was watching him from where she rocked his son, feeding him from his bottle.
He could see her shyness, her worry. She reads people well, he thought to himself. He didn’t know what to say. They’d discussed it before he left to see the shrink, and it had been Terri who persuaded him to go. Eric had disagreed, thinking it wasn’t a good idea. He’d had enough pain and heartache and just didn’t want to go down that road again, but yesterday, after Abby’s visit, a gray shroud had been cast over Thanksgiving and the wonderful meal Terri had worked so hard to prepare.
“Do you remember what I said to you this morning?” She interrupted his thoughts as she leaned in the doorway. Rachel was playing with the wooden blocks Abby had given her last Christmas, the
