Alone
The war has been over now for over two and half months, and it would soon be July. Nathan has been living with us since May but with last night’s behavior, I am concerned about having him in the house, especially if he is going to start drinking. I have seen alcohol do terrible things to good men. I still haven’t given up hope that Henry will still return to me, but with each passing day, my hope grows dimmer. However, no matter how little hope I have I still spend every morning out on the veranda holding Adelyn staring at the dirt path beyond the willows, waiting, and this morning is not any different. Once again I am in my rocking chair and gazing out onto the dirt road between the willows. “He promised” I whisper to Adelyn unaware that Nathan has joined me on the second-floor
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