Colin, Jenna & Wesley — The Broken Promise
It had two bedrooms, good light and a narrow porch wide enough for a pair of chairs.
The first afternoon there, Jenna stood in Wesley’s room and looked at the clean crib we’d had moved from our rental house.
“It’s still the same crib,” she murmured.
“Would you rather have a new one?”
“No.
This is his.
We chose it together.”
She ran one hand along the rail.
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