Phyllis waved from the front door as Mark pulled away in his truck. She stood there for several minutes after he was no longer visible. Whatever or whoever might have been driving in front of her house, or walking their dog might have gotten a wave from her, but she didn’t see them at all.
The only thing she saw or felt was Mark still in front of her, his eyes filled with tears, his face wet, and the tremble in his voice as he said those words.
Katty was the one.
Katty was the life mate he would marry.
Katty was to be the mother of his children—her grandchildren.
She was the one that Phyllis had prayed for all these years.
Oh my.
The realization of what that meant hit her like a punch in the stomach. She had faithfully prayed for Mark’s life mate ever since she herself had started f
