Upstairs At Miss Hattie's
"Why are you pushing him away, my dear? I've watched the two of you together. I'm sure you love him."
Sarah Clyburn gave her husband Bram's grandmother a sharp, hurt look. "I do love him," she answered, then sighed. "More than I ever thought I could. More than I deserve. That's why I have to let him go."
Evvie sympathized. She understood the young woman's dilemma far better than Sarah realized. She, too, had thought about walking away.
"Sacrifice may seem noble, but it doesn't always bring the results we hope for. Sometimes it only makes victims of both parties." She studied the pretty but sad face. "You know he loves you."
Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "He doesn't always say the words, but he shows me in a million different ways. All I want is for him to be happy."
"How can you possibly imagine that leaving him will make him happy?"
They were sitting on the ranch house patio. Just the two of them. The heat of the Texas summer was past, the air now cool and refreshing, spiced with a hint of late-blooming sage. The view to the south was one of gently rolling ochre hills, freckled with dark green stands of oak and c ... read full excerpt from Upstairs at Miss Hattie's ebook
