Gretchen hated that she couldn’t always be there for Dixie. Hated relying on Donna and Joel, Janey and Drew, to take care of her and her daughter. She supposed everyone needed help from time to time, but she felt like such a burden.
The worry wormed through her stomach, making it sour. If Aaron were here, she wouldn’t be in this position. Anger flowed through her. Anger that he’d always worked so late. Anger that he hadn’t been more careful that night. Anger that she now had to deal with everything alone.
She glanced over to Drew, his words echoing in her head.
I’ll be right here.
I’ll be right here.And he had been right there, directly beside her, offering constant support and encouragement. So she didn’t have to do this alone. Not tonight.
By the time they pulled up to the farmhouse
