Heaven

Five years had made the mansion’s garden even lusher and more beautiful.

The estate was peaceful on an afternoon bathed in warm spring sunlight.

At least within these tall walls.

“Mom! Over here! Come look!”

A clear child’s voice rang out from the center of the garden.

It was Noah.

I sat elegantly in a chair beside the table, watching him.

A voluminous, floor-length dress Anna had made, with a high neckline and hem covering my ankles, wrapped around my body.

I slowly rose from my seat.

The legs the priest had perfectly healed now moved as naturally as a normal person’s...