“Eliza?” Hannah said. “What is it?” I told her. Afterward, she sat beside me on the bed and held me. She said, “When I was small, I thought I’d have eight children. Now I would do anything if God would grant me one.” I assumed she had turned her thoughts back to her own troubles. But in fact, she was thinking of me. “How could he?” she said. “Leave his precious children like that?” We talked for hours that night.
