My Colonel Ex-Husband Invited Me to Christmas, Unaware I Was Bringing His Four Children
Military photographs lined the shelves.
General William Reynolds looked down from a portrait above a wide wooden desk, his face stern but his eyes unexpectedly kind.
“William loved records,” Margaret said.
“Letters, receipts, appointment books.
It drove me mad when we were younger.”
She opened a cabinet and drew out a narrow folder tied with a cloth ribbon.
“After he died, I found some correspondence.
I didn’t understand all of it.
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