Chapters (44)
- Part I: Marking Time
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Part II: Forward March
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Part III: Column
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part IV: About Face
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Part V: Parade Rest
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Epilogue
She felt new tears coming and fought a losing battle to contain them. “Being home has put a different spin on our divorce and everything that happened.”
“How so?”
“When I was in the hospital, I knew what was going on with him and Andi, but being back in the house we shared—the house he built for me—and realizing he’s never coming home again…” She shook her head. “It’s just been…very hard.”
He handed her a tissue. “Are you regretting your decision to let him go?”
“No.” She wiped her tears. “It was the right thing to do. I still believe that being with him when he wanted to be with someone else would’ve been worse than this. It’s just being in our place without him that’s so unbearable.”
“Have you considered moving? You could sell the house and relocate.”
She shook her head. “I can’t sell that house. I’ll never sell it.”
“Perhaps you could rent something for a couple of months. Like a transition place.”
“Maybe, but not until Kate leaves for Nashville.”
“It’s something to think about. I can’t see putting your recovery in jeopardy because of your environment. You can change that. Maybe you could even get something out of town for a while.”
“I can’t leave town. I can’t do that to Maggie.”
“Why not? What’s another couple of months if your recovery’s at stake? After all the time she had to be without you, I would think she’d want you to do whatever you had to so you can feel better. Her father could provide her with a stable home while you complete your recovery, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then maybe you ought to think about it. Just because the doctors were satisfied enough with your physical recovery to send you home doesn’t mean you were entirely ready up here.” He tapped his head. “Let me ask you this: have you gotten mad with him yet?”
“Mad?”
“With Jack.”
“Why would I be mad with him?”
Dr. Baker sat back in his chair and studied her. “Are you serious, Clare? Remember how angry you were when you first recovered and found out about Andi and the babies? Well, now he’s married to her and has two new sons with her.”
“Yes, but I’ve gotten past that.”
“Have you really? Most women whose husbands of twenty years divorce them for another woman are usually pretty ticked off about it. Add a couple of babies and, well, you get the picture.”
“It’s not like everything was normal, and he went off and had an affair. I was sick for a long time, and he met someone else. What good will it do me to be mad? What’ll that do for my kids?”