The Yellow Sock: An Adoption Story - Plot & Excerpts
The sense of numbness had carried her home, but the dam broke when she crossed the threshold of their bedroom. After the tears, dry sobs wracked her body for a brief interval, then faded away. The tears did nothing to ease the pain. She had thought she’d feel better after a good cry, but this burden was far too heavy to be wept away in an hour. Lying there, she listened to the steady click of the cuckoo clock in the hall and waited for the sound of Dave’s key in the lock. He’d be home at any moment, then she could share this heaviness. She closed her eyes as she heard the soft sound of the opening door followed by the squeak of his shoes on the foyer tiles. “Megan?”“In here.” The pillow muffled her voice, but he had no trouble finding her. When she sat up to greet him, the look on his face told her he knew. Obviously, he’d called the doctor, too. She stood and held out her arms, and they moved together, holding each other in a soundless embrace. Closing her eyes, she pressed her hand to the back of his head.
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