Grace
I wait until I get home and the children are in bed before I open Elizabeth’s note. I read it once and then sit for a long while staring at the wall.
It is not every day that comes along you meet someone like Elizabeth. It’s rare, if you ask me, to find that kind of connection.
I’ll never know why Elizabeth chose me. I only know she helped me get through the worst time in my life, and for that, I’ll never stop being grateful our paths crossed.
I fold the note and tuck it back inside the bag, and I think about all the things that led up to this moment. I still remember the way she was sitting. She was on the couch in the common room, legs tucked underneath her. I remember the wry grin on her face, the way the light touched her hair, that wicked look in her eye that she sometimes g
