She was holding one of Grace’s letters.
“You miss her?” he asked.
Emma nodded.
“I miss Mom Hannah too.”
Ethan sat beside her.
“So do I.”
Emma looked surprised.
“You miss them both?”
“Yes.”
The little girl stared down at the letter.
“Is that okay?”
Ethan smiled sadly.
“Of course.”
Emma thought quietly before speaking again.
“Does loving one person mean you stop loving another?”
The question carried more wisdom than most adults possessed.
“No,” Ethan replied.
“Love doesn’t work that way.”
Emma considered his answer.
“Then I think I have room for all three.”
Ethan felt tears burning his eyes.
“All three?”
She nodded.
“Mom Grace. Mom Hannah. And you.”
