It was past dinner time when Vaughn arrived home from the office. He had a long day. In fact, he was not done with all the things he needed to do. But he so badly wanted to go home and have some rest. He resisted going to the widow’s house, even though the urge was too powerful. He did not want to put pressure on her with his presence after their intimate talk last Sunday. But God knew how he wanted to talk to her.
He did send her a text message, asking how she was, the kids and her mother-in-law. He knew that it was still awkward for her, but he wanted her to know that he was not going to give up that early. Her short reply, saying “We’re okay. Thank you for asking,” was a hint that she still wanted to at least stay friends with him, if not anything more. Still, he was hoping.
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