Chapter 9
Lydia sat on the edge of her bed, looking out the window at the fading sun. It had been a lovely spring day with temperatures a bit higher than expected, and she’d even spent some time out in the garden, but as the sun went down, and she prepared herself to join Isaac in the dining room for supper, the hollowness that filled herself announced its presence, and she let out a soft sigh. The two weeks Dr. Grigsby had suggested after the baby’s passing had turned into a month and more, and still Isaac insisted he stay in the room down the hall, rather than coming back into their marital bed. A frustration grew inside Lydia with every passing day. While she loved her husband dearly and enjoyed his company during their evening meal and in the parlor afterward, she wanted him in here w
