Beyond the Divorce

When I heard that, I quickly glanced at Trinity. "Our little princess is here too to visit Anson."

Trinity smiled and got up to open the door. The girl with two small buns on her head peeked in, looking like a little imp. "Miss, is my mommy here?"

"Who's your mommy?" Trinity teased her, although she hadn't formally met my little girl.

At this moment, the contrast between the two, one inside the door and the other outside, was particularly striking.

"My mommy's name is Chloe, and she's here to see Aunt Trinity. Who are you? Have you seen my mommy? My grandpa said this is Aunt Trinity's room." Her voice was tender and sweet, melting everyone's heart. "And who am I?" Trinity squatted down, meeting her gaze.

There was a moment of silence, and I almost burst out laughing. Then I heard Ava say, "Don't you know who you are? Do you know your name? I'm Ava Murphy, what's yours?"

"I'm Trinity." Trinity's voice was soft and pleasant.

Usually, she spoke with a deeper voice, but now it was so gentle that I almost didn't recognize her.

sound of Ava's laughter. "You're Aunt Trinity! Why did you lie to me and say you

lifted Ava into her arms as she walked in. "You're such a clever

me. She said

pinched Ava's cheek. "My dear, I think the old lady wouldn't let go if she saw this little sprite. I'm sure it would ease her heartache. It looks

very sick?" I asked, feeling a pang

sad, and her condition has

looked at Trinity seriously, her

looked at her with affection. "An old lady. Would you like to meet

not a doctor. How can I cure her?"

she'll get better," Trinity explained patiently. "Why are you so beautiful? It

are genes?" Ava asked

with a smile. "Get

Trinity and said, "She