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“Your baby is the son or daughter of a US military member killed in action. There are benefits the little one will be entitled to as Baxter’s child. Don’t turn away from those. You mightneed the resources.” Not to mention he/she would have a grandmother who would dote.
Grace squared her shoulders, but the tears still fell. “Won’t matter.”
Cait grabbed the blank pad from the side table. “You are not alone. Here’s my address and my phone number. You can call me.” She scribbled as fast as she could and handed off the note. She wanted to push, to make her put the number directly into her phone, but she couldn’t force this any further.
“It doesn’t matter. He didn’t tell anyone, right?”
“Well, he told me.”
“We ran into you. He wouldn’t have introduced us otherwise, and he didn’t take me with him to meet any of his friends or family.”
“He can’t explain himself now. I’m sorry.” She pressed a tissue into Grace’s fingers next to the crumpled note.
Grace stood, wobbling a bit, but standing tall. “Thank you for telling me.”
She moved to go, but Cait stopped her. “Can I ask one favor? Please call me, day or night, so I’ll know you’re okay?”
“Why do you care?”
“Because Robert was my friend. Because he helped me once when things were bad, and I’d like to stand for you if I can.”
Agony ripped across the woman’s face. “I want him back.”
“So do we all,” Cait whispered.
“I’ll think about what you want.” She brushed past Cait and went out the door, gone in seconds.
Good thing QM was really good at finding people. If Grace didn’t call, she would find her. But that was the least of it.
Bess Baxter. Had a grandson. The woman was struggling so much with the death of her son.
Tears flooded her eyes, grief crammed in the choke point. She battled both back, desperately patting her pockets for her phone.
If ever she needed her husband, it was now.
Hunt always came when she called.
The End
