Thomas was sixty-seven.
“Margaret,” he whispered, “do you hear what you’re saying?”
“Yes.”
“Is this because of Emily?”
I shook my head immediately.
“No child could ever replace her. Ever. But I have this feeling inside me that I need to try.”
Thomas stayed silent for a long time.
“Mom, you have to find him.”
At first, I thought it was only grief.
But the dreams would not stop.
Finally, I told my husband, Thomas, the one thing I had been afraid to say out loud for months.
“I want to have another child.”
He stared at me.
I was sixty at the time.
Thomas was sixty-seven.
“Margaret,” he whispered, “do you hear what you’re saying?”
“Yes.”
“Is this because of Emily?”
I shook my head immediately.
“No child could ever replace her. Ever. But I have this feeling inside me that I need to try.”
