Three-day weekends were nice, but the last three days had not been normal by any means. After the long night spent searching for Grace, she’d slept a few hours late Saturday.But in all honesty, she’d kept herself busy most of the day and weekend, trying to make some sense of her conflicting emotions. The conversation with her mother, though, kept playing through her mind even as she prepared for classes early Monday morning.“Shouldn’t you be happy he’s willing to help the child?” her mother had asked as they’d changed sheets on beds and given the house a good cleaning. Laundry would take all day Monday, so they did everything else they could on Saturday.“I am happy. Of course.”“Except…”“Except when I first made the suggestion, I didn’t have a particular plan of action in mind.”“So…” her mother snapped a clean sheet across the large bed she and her father shared.Miriam caught the end and tucked it neatly into her side. “So now I don’t want to let him down.”
