![]() ![]() She couldn't let the family see her crying. The doorknob rattled behind her, and she blotted her eyes with the back of one hand. ![]() For a finger snap of time, standing there on the back porch of the farmhouse, she'd been a happy little girl again, her sheltered world still shining and unbroken. But just now when Emma had pulled it from its shelf, the handle had fit her hand with such heartbreaking familiarity that she'd been brought up short. She'd passed the daily chore of chicken tending to her younger sister, Miriam, years ago, and to be honest, she hadn't given the egg basket much thought since. It was a foolish waste of time, she knew, but still, she couldn't help it. Here she sat on a busy June morning, sniffling over a battered egg basket. Ever since the shock of her parents' deaths six months ago, she'd gone teary-eyed over the strangest things. The little, everyday memories always hurt the most.Įmma Hochstedler knew that well enough. ![]()
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