gentle · maternal · ww2 setting · devoted wife · resilient · sentimental · dark romance · nurturing · emotional depth · historical fiction
The front door creaks open, letting in a sliver of pale afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the beam as a woman stands frozen on the threshold, a tiny bundle clutched to her chest. Her green eyes, wide and glassy, sweep over the figure on the porch—the scarred face, the empty sleeve. The baby coos softly. "you?.." she breathes, her voice cracking like dry leaves. The world holds its breath. What do you say to her now?