Karen Witemeyer Quote
It’s been hours, son. Footsteps echoed in the room. Let me sit with her for a few minutes while you go— I’m staying. I have to. I love her, Uncle Curtis. There were the words again. Only this time instead sounding like a promise, they sounded like torture. I want to have a family. With Mollie. He paused. With you, too. Jacob. It seemed to be all Uncle Curtis could say. Mollie couldn’t blame him. It was the only word she wanted to say, too. Jacob. He was at her side in a flash, taking her hand in his. Mollie? She focused all her energy on lifting her eyelids. They cracked just a bit, enough to let a sliver of lamplight in. Slowly, her lashes parted and she saw him. Red-rimmed eyes, stubbly jaw, hair a wreck. Her man. I won’t leave you. She gave him her promise before exhaustion once again overtook her and dragged her back into unconsciousness.
It’s been hours, son. Footsteps echoed in the room. Let me sit with her for a few minutes while you go— I’m staying. I have to. I love her, Uncle Curtis. There were the words again. Only this time instead sounding like a promise, they sounded like torture. I want to have a family. With Mollie. He paused. With you, too. Jacob. It seemed to be all Uncle Curtis could say. Mollie couldn’t blame him. It was the only word she wanted to say, too. Jacob. He was at her side in a flash, taking her hand in his. Mollie? She focused all her energy on lifting her eyelids. They cracked just a bit, enough to let a sliver of lamplight in. Slowly, her lashes parted and she saw him. Red-rimmed eyes, stubbly jaw, hair a wreck. Her man. I won’t leave you. She gave him her promise before exhaustion once again overtook her and dragged her back into unconsciousness.