HER DAUGHTER LAUGHED AT HER HANDMADE QUILT

in case you need somebody to sit with.”

Megan looked at him. Then she looked at the quilt.

Because I’d brought it.

I’d folded it that morning and laid it across the back of the wicker chair in the corner of the dining room, the same kind of chair she’d sat in at the shower, and I don’t fully know why I did it except that I wanted her to see it one more continue reading …