Eve spent the morning going through photos of her boys. As much as she loved them, her life had not been the one she’d desired. Her four boys were now in college and she was proud of them. But she couldn’t stop thinking how different things would have been if she’d had a daughter. Everything would have been more problematic, and yet, wonderful.
She was feeling a mix of anxiety with the news from the doctor, and her strange experience at the coffee house she’d stumbled upon the night before. She wondered, was that place real? Perhaps not, it could have been an illusion brought on by her apprehension of the pregnancy. But it had appeared genuine. The waitress, the two women. The last thought elated her. What if? She thought of the business card. She grabbed her purse, and feeling inside, touched it, held it.
There it was. Claire Winslow ~ Senator from Washington State.
It made no sense. She felt low again, and sat at the kitchen table turning the card over and over while her mind drifted to the memories of the previous night. The portal, the branches from that ancient tree growing over the door during her visit. The molasses coffee falling like a slow action flick. Her hands grabbed the side of her head, her fingers digging deep into her scalp. She looked down to see the card staring up at her. Why was there evidence telling her that the freakish dream was actually her reality?
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