Chapter Nine
“I won’t be gone too long, but remember, when you hear from the doctor, call me,” Samuel said.
Jill placed his folded T-shirts, fresh from the laundry, onto the bed as he packed a duffle bag. “Yes, Samuel, I’ll call you. I told you I would. Go and be with your brothers.”
He glanced over at Jill, who seemed rather calm and okay with the fact that he was leaving for God knew where, for how long, with no notice, at a time when she should have needed him most. Instead, she rubbed his arm in a rather caring, nurturing way, something she hadn’t done in a while—something the old Jill, whom he’d never really appreciated, had always done.
“Why are you not upset I’m leaving?” he said.
She just smiled. “I’m glad you’re going, I’m glad your brother called you. It’s important for you,
