Where did you get that ring

up slowly.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I’m here.”

Grace stood and quietly gathered the blocks, pretending not to see the tears in his eyes.

That night, after Mason was asleep, Alexander found Grace on the back porch, wrapped in her coat, looking at the snow.

“You missed dinner,” he said.

“I ate.”

“A granola bar doesn’t count.”

She smiled faintly. “It does in nanny continue reading …