The cart swayed as if trying to lull me. To the right and left, harvested farmland stretched placidly, cows and horses grazed, and birds chirped. I heard the flapping of mourning doves’ wings—a unique sound I’d always enjoyed. For a moment, I couldn’t recall how I happened to be sitting next to Armin. My mind struggled to reconstruct the last twenty minutes. At first I drew a blank, then the tumultuous scene congealed behind my eyes. I saw haughty Victoria laying claim to Zach. Their son, Justin. Beth must believe Victoria or she wouldn’t be baking cupcakes and calling him into her house. If Zach was the boy’s father, I should step aside. I wanted what was best for the child, the darling youngster who’d followed Grandma Beth’s voice. I’d been dealt a bad hand, as they say. I’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. No, quite the opposite; I was thankful the truth had surfaced before I’d married Zach. “What was that all about?”
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