Days passed quickly, but evenings and nights seemed to take forever for Ally. She didn’t know why but it was as if, overnight, the quiet yet busy life she’d built for herself, that she’d been content with, was no longer satisfying. No longer enough.
Tonight, she sat behind the old desk she’d found at the second hand store in town, working on paying bills. She’d been afraid with the lower sales from cancelled farmers’ market days and lost time because of the fire she’d have to struggle to make ends meet, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. Yes, it had cost her, but not as badly as she’d feared.
Ally sighed, leaned back in her chair and scrubbed her hands over her face. Of all the jobs on her little farm, this was the one she hated the most. The birthing was messy, grimy work, but it wa
