THEY SENT THE PREGNANT WIDOW OF A FALLEN SOLDIER TO SLEEP IN THE FREEZING GARAGE—HOURS LATER, THREE MILITARY VEHICLES ARRIVED AND A GENERAL SALUTED HER
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Chapter 9 / 10
Chapter 9 - The Baby
Three months later, my daughter was born.
A girl.
We named her Hope.
Marcus held her first.
He cried.
I had never seen him cry before.
"She's perfect," he whispered.
I smiled.
"She has your eyes."
He looked at me.
"She has your strength."
We brought her home.
The house was no longer my parents' house.
We had moved.
A new home.
A new beginning.
One evening, my father visited.
He held Hope carefully.
"I'm sorry she had to be born into all this."
I looked at him.
"She wasn't born into it."
I smiled.
"She was born after it."
He nodded.
That distinction mattered.
May you like
Because we weren't living in the past anymore.
We were building something new.
