The morning was bright as always, but there was an air of something more. Something off putting but I couldn’t get a sense of it.
I stepped out onto the morning of that Tuesday, so sure that today was like any other. I made my way to the market to buy that day’s necessities, paying the sun just the usual attention.
“Good morning, Mrs. Parker.” My neighbor, Sala Markers, greeted me as usual.
“Good morning, Mrs. Markers. Seems to be a good day, doesn’t it?”
“Indeed. Well, see you later in the day. I have to have to hurry, or Payton will cause a ruckus. She is ‘bout a handful. If you know what I mean.” She smiles, but that falters as she realizes I don’t actually what she means. But she rushes inside to escape the awkward air.
I sigh. Since I married my husband, James Parker, he has wanted a child as much as I do. Perhaps even more than me, but in the three years we’ve been married, not so much as a wink of p