From the beginning she told me that she couldn't have children. I accepted it and assumed that fatherhood was not going to be a part of my life. But some time later she was the one who proposed to adopt. A girl. That’s when we decided to get married and start a family.
“Walt,” he murmured.
“Here I am.
Tell me about Sunday breakfasts. When Rebecca was little.
You made cinnamon pancakes. She would sit on the counter and break the eggs, and always leave pieces of shell in the bowl.
“Back then it was equal to me.
“It still is.
In Millfield, half a town said Rebecca was
Her mother's face.
“Less green eyes,” I added. Those eyes always made her stand out.
Carol gently turned her face to the other side.
“Yes... definitely yes.
He was silent for a moment.
Your mother would have loved to see her grown up.
