I had imagined that reaching Cedar Run Ranch would be the difficult part.<\/p>\n
I was wrong.<\/p>\n
The difficult part was standing in front of Caleb Foster and trying to explain why I had walked three miles through the snow.<\/p>\n
He was holding both babies.<\/p>\n
The one wrapped in green was crying against his shoulder.<\/p>\n
The other, tucked inside a brown blanket, made a weak sound that frightened me more than the louder crying.<\/p>\n
Caleb looked at me as though he expected another refusal.<\/p>\n
He had already been humiliated once that evening.<\/p>\n
I could see no reason why he should trust anyone connected to Amos Pike.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you didn't ask me to come,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He watched me without answering.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard you at the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes moved briefly toward the darkness behind me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you heard what your brother-in-law said.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was quite clear.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
The baby in green cried harder.<\/p>\n
Caleb shifted the child higher against his chest.<\/p>\n
The movement looked practiced, but the exhaustion in his face made me wonder how many times he had done it that day.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't agree with him,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Caleb looked back at me.<\/p>\n
For the first time, his expression changed.<\/p>\n
Not much.<\/p>\n
Just enough for me to see that he was listening differently.<\/p>\n
I wanted to explain everything.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him about Thomas, Ada, the doctor, and the mornings when I emptied milk into the frozen earth.<\/p>\n
But the child in the brown blanket made another thin sound.<\/p>\n
I could not look away.<\/p>\n
\u201cMay I see that baby?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Caleb glanced down.<\/p>\n
His arms tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm worried about how quietly the child is crying.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked tired enough to fall where he stood.<\/p>\n
But he did not loosen his hold.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey've both been crying,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes one stops. Then the other starts.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice was flat.<\/p>\n
I recognized that sound.<\/p>\n
It was the voice of someone who had repeated the same terrible facts so often that he no longer had the strength to put feeling into them.<\/p>\n
I moved half a step closer.<\/p>\n
The warm air from the house reached my face.<\/p>\n
Behind him, a light burned.<\/p>\n
I could see only part of the room.<\/p>\n
I could see enough to know that the house was warm and that its owner was struggling.<\/p>\n
\u201cI came because I may be able to feed them,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Caleb stared at me.<\/p>\n
For a moment, neither of us moved.<\/p>\n
The child in green continued crying.<\/p>\n
Then Caleb asked a question so quietly that I almost missed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you nursing?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at my hands.<\/p>\n
I had known he would ask.<\/p>\n
I had prepared myself to answer.<\/p>\n
But there was no simple way to say it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes went toward the dark fields again.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether he was trying to understand how a woman from Amos Pike's household had come to his door with such an offer.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour child?\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the familiar tightening in my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter died.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed immediately.<\/p>\n
I could see the moment he understood.<\/p>\n
He had lost Lydia six weeks earlier.<\/p>\n
He knew what it meant to hear a sentence that divided a life into before and after.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm sorry,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
It was all I could manage.<\/p>\n
He did not ask me how she died.<\/p>\n
I was grateful for that.<\/p>\n
I had answered enough questions about Ada.<\/p>\n
I had repeated her name to people who did not know what to say afterward.<\/p>\n
I did not want to explain the two hours and nineteen minutes while standing on a stranger's porch.<\/p>\n
Not with two hungry babies in front of me.<\/p>\n
Caleb looked down at the twins.<\/p>\n
The child in brown moved weakly beneath the blanket.<\/p>\n
I could see his worry returning.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't understand,\u201d he said. \u201cYour family turned me away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmos turned you away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said nobody there could help.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't speak for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb raised his eyes.<\/p>\n
I could see that he was struggling to accept the distinction.<\/p>\n
Perhaps he was wondering whether I had misunderstood what I was offering.<\/p>\n
Perhaps he was thinking about the impropriety Amos had been so eager to describe.<\/p>\n
I did not know.<\/p>\n
I only knew the children could not wait for us to settle every question.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d I said. \u201cLet me come inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
The pause was brief, but I felt every moment of it.<\/p>\n
My legs were aching.<\/p>\n
My shawl was stiff with cold.<\/p>\n
I could barely feel the ends of my fingers.<\/p>\n
And I was afraid that he might close the door.<\/p>\n
Not because he was cruel.<\/p>\n
Because he was frightened.<\/p>\n
A stranger had appeared at his home after dark, offering to nurse the children of a woman who had died.<\/p>\n
I understood how unusual that must have seemed.<\/p>\n
Then the child in brown gave another faint cry.<\/p>\n
Caleb stepped aside.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those two words nearly made my knees give way.<\/p>\n
I crossed the threshold.<\/p>\n
The warmth struck my face first.<\/p>\n
Then I felt the pain in my fingers as they began to thaw.<\/p>\n
I stood just inside the doorway while Caleb closed it behind me.<\/p>\n
The sound of the latch was small.<\/p>\n
But it reminded me of the bolt at Martha's farmhouse.<\/p>\n
One door had been shut against a father asking for help.<\/p>\n
This one had opened because his children needed it.<\/p>\n
I did not know what that would mean for me.<\/p>\n
At that moment, I only wanted the babies fed.<\/p>\n
Caleb looked at my shawl.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou walked here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom the Pikes' place?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll the way?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He seemed to have difficulty finding an answer.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at the bundle I carried.<\/p>\n
I had packed almost everything I owned.<\/p>\n
I suddenly felt ashamed of it.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether he would think I expected him to provide me with a home.<\/p>\n
That had not been my reason for coming.<\/p>\n
But I could not deny that I had left without knowing where I would sleep.<\/p>\n
\u201cI brought some things,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He glanced at them.<\/p>\n
Then he looked back at the twins.<\/p>\n
There was no judgment in his face.<\/p>\n
Only exhaustion.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to see about them first,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I felt relieved.<\/p>\n
That was exactly what I wanted.<\/p>\n
I took off my shawl carefully.<\/p>\n
The movement pulled through my sore shoulders.<\/p>\n
I had been holding myself stiffly against the cold for so long that my body protested when I tried to relax.<\/p>\n
Caleb watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't look well.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI've only recently given birth.\u201d<\/p>\n
His gaze lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI shouldn't have let you walk that distance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn't ask me to.\u201d<\/p>\n
He made a small movement with his head.<\/p>\n
I could not tell whether he was agreeing or simply too tired to argue.<\/p>\n
The baby in green began crying again with renewed force.<\/p>\n
Caleb tried to settle the child.<\/p>\n
The one in brown barely moved.<\/p>\n
I held out my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me take one.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
I could see that giving up either baby was difficult for him.<\/p>\n
They were all he had left of Lydia.<\/p>\n
And he had spent six weeks trying to keep them alive without her.<\/p>\n
But there were two children.<\/p>\n
And he had only two arms.<\/p>\n
Finally, he shifted the quieter baby toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I accepted the child in the brown blanket.<\/p>\n
The weight startled me.<\/p>\n
Not because the baby was heavy.<\/p>\n
Because the baby was alive.<\/p>\n
Warm.<\/p>\n
Moving.<\/p>\n
Breathing against my arm.<\/p>\n
I had not held a newborn since Ada.<\/p>\n
For one terrible moment, my body remembered before my mind could stop it.<\/p>\n
I felt the shape of my daughter's small head.<\/p>\n
I remembered the weight against my chest.<\/p>\n
I could almost hear the doctor telling me there was nothing more he could do.<\/p>\n
My hands began to tremble.<\/p>\n
Caleb noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you certain?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
The little face inside the blanket was not Ada's.<\/p>\n
I knew that.<\/p>\n
The child had a different mouth.<\/p>\n
Different cheeks.<\/p>\n
A different life.<\/p>\n
But the need was familiar.<\/p>\n
And my body responded to the closeness.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cI'm certain.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held the baby nearer.<\/p>\n
The child made a weak movement against the blanket.<\/p>\n
I watched closely.<\/p>\n
I wanted to know whether there was enough strength left to feed.<\/p>\n
I did not pretend to possess the doctor's knowledge.<\/p>\n
I had no medical training.<\/p>\n
I knew only what I had learned from childbirth, loss, and the frightening weakness of my own daughter.<\/p>\n
But the need for nourishment was clear.<\/p>\n
Caleb remained beside me with the other child.<\/p>\n
He looked from my face to the baby.<\/p>\n
Then he looked away.<\/p>\n
I understood that he was trying to give me privacy.<\/p>\n
I appreciated it.<\/p>\n
I also felt the awkwardness that Amos had used as his excuse.<\/p>\n
Caleb was a widower.<\/p>\n
I was a widow.<\/p>\n
We were strangers.<\/p>\n
And I had come to nurse his infants.<\/p>\n
There was nothing ordinary about the situation.<\/p>\n
I could not deny that.<\/p>\n
But the child in my arms was too hungry for embarrassment to matter.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs there somewhere I can sit?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Caleb indicated a chair.<\/p>\n
I went toward it slowly.<\/p>\n
My legs felt weak when I lowered myself.<\/p>\n
The walk had taken more from me than I wanted to admit.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I sat with the brown blanket gathered around the child.<\/p>\n
I listened to the small, uneven sounds.<\/p>\n
Then I looked up at Caleb.<\/p>\n
\u201cHas either baby been able to take much today?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSince when?\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYesterday was bad. Today was worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
I thought of the milk I had poured away that morning.<\/p>\n
I could still picture it against the frozen earth.<\/p>\n
I wished I had known sooner.<\/p>\n
Then I corrected myself.<\/p>\n
Wishing could not change what had already happened.<\/p>\n
I had reached the house now.<\/p>\n
There was a baby in my arms.<\/p>\n
I needed to attend to what could still be done.<\/p>\n
Caleb shifted the crying child against his shoulder.<\/p>\n
I could see him waiting.<\/p>\n
He was too exhausted to hide his hope.<\/p>\n
And I was frightened by the size of it.<\/p>\n
He had come to my sister's house because a physician told him to find a nursing woman.<\/p>\n
I had followed him because my body still produced milk.<\/p>\n
But neither of us knew whether the babies had enough strength left.<\/p>\n
I looked down at the quiet child.<\/p>\n
The tiny mouth moved.<\/p>\n
I brought the baby closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
The child turned slightly toward me.<\/p>\n
I felt the familiar ache rise in my chest.<\/p>\n
Ada had done that.<\/p>\n
She had searched for me.<\/p>\n
She had never been strong enough to feed properly.<\/p>\n
Now another baby was making the same small effort.<\/p>\n
I wanted to cry.<\/p>\n
Instead, I adjusted my hold.<\/p>\n
There was no use asking grief to leave me.<\/p>\n
It was going to remain.<\/p>\n
I would have to work with it beside me.<\/p>\n
The child moved again.<\/p>\n
I could feel Caleb watching.<\/p>\n
I knew he was waiting to see whether the baby would feed.<\/p>\n
So was I.<\/p>\n
I had walked three miles because I believed there was something I could offer.<\/p>\n
Now I had to find out whether the child in my arms could receive it.<\/p>\n
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