"This afternoon," Jensen Morrison said, gazing at the snowy scene outside the window. 'When Ivy wakes up,' he thought, 'I'll take her to the cemetery to pay respects to my late mother-in-law.'
'I need to tell her in person that her daughter is married and has a child now.'
Ivy Holden dozed off again. When she woke up, she saw the little guy in her arms was still asleep. She gently placed him back in his crib, then went to freshen up.
Breakfast was simple. It was already late, and everyone else had long since gone about their day.
Only Hazel Sterling was there, sitting at one end of the dining table and trimming two budding wintersweet branches.
"The flowers smell so lovely," Ivy Holden said with a smile.
"They're from the wintersweet tree at your grandfather's house. Your dad cut a few branches and brought them over first thing this morning."
