There Is Always Room in My Home for Both of You

“Maybe you brought her here to know peace,” he said. “No landlords knocking. No debts. Just open sky.”

Without thinking, she leaned her head against his shoulder.

Autumn deepened. The few cottonwood trees along the creek turned gold. Martha had good days and bad ones. On a good day, she reached for Harrison’s hand.

“Take care of my girl,” she told him gently. “She doesn’t need riches. She needs kindness.”

“She’ll have it,” he promised.