Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
That answer revealed more than he intended.
For ten minutes, he held our daughter and watched her sleep.
It might have been a peaceful afternoon if he had accepted that quiet moment for what it was.
Then he asked if I would withdraw the objection to the house financing.
I stared at him.
“You came here to see Willa.”
“I did.
But there’s a deadline on Monday.