Her husband returned the third week of March. Samuel was handsome—tall and broad-shouldered. You could easily see how the two of them made a pair. At night, I heard Hannah crying behind the closed bedroom door. And him pleading, telling her he hated to see her this way. He insisted she get dressed; that she eat meals with him in the dining room. “Please, Pet, I only want you to be happy,” he said. “I won’t be home for long. Let’s make the most of the time we have.”
