Is he coming back?
Is he really coming back?
How is his health now?
What will they say when they meet?
How will he handle their unending marriage?
...
Rachel Foster's mind was filled with these questions until she heard Jackson's call, "Mommy—"
Snapping back to reality, Rachel saw Jackson running towards her from the doorway, his little backpack bouncing on his back.
Rachel quickly rose from the couch, squatting down to embrace Jackson as he rushed into her arms. Jackson hugged her tightly with his tiny hands.
Rachel tenderly kissed the little one's cheek, and he released her, asking happily, "Mommy, why are you home so early today?"
"There wasn't much to do at the office today, so I came home early!"
"Oh."
"Little treasure, were you good at preschool today?"
"Yeah, the teacher said I was competent, and my drawing was the best in the class."
"Really?"
Jackson promptly pulled a piece of paper from his small backpack and handed it to Rachel.
