Chapter 10
Amelie
“How long have you been making jewelry?” Caroline asks as I set down my polishing cloth. I’ve moved my portable worktable out to the screened porch to finish off a few pieces; my workshop sometimes feels claustrophobic when the weather is nice.
Daniel’s daughter wheels over. We’re fast becoming friends, and I smile at her approach. Especially since she’s often exhausted.
Right now, she’s somewhat pale but much better; she moved while recovering from her latest surgery. She never did more than quietly complain about pain. She’s such a trooper! Daniel shows his pride in her frequently as well.
He’s such a good dad. What would it be like if he stuck around … to be a dad to my child too?
I smile wistfully at nothing and turn my head hastily to answer. “Uh, my grandmothe
