The space screamed
that a man lived there. A man who lived pretty much on his own. Everything was
in its place, but Mollie felt that was due to Suzanne and Jessica, not Cord
himself.
Near the edge of
the round room-size braided rug sat a large wicker basket filled with toys. A
rag doll or two, each different from the other. Several painted wooden blocks,
which may have been for the younger Kennedy boys rather than for Beth.
Mollie’s curiosity grew when she spotted a
round gold frame that had seen better days. Walking closer to the
fireplace to get a better look, she realized that behind the glass was a
picture of Cord on what could only have been his wedding day. The woman next to
him was beautiful and full of life. So much happiness, love, and devotion on
both of their faces.
“So, this is what happy once looked like,” she said, swiping
away an unexpected tear.
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