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.

couldn't help but chuckle at the sound of Ava's laughter. "You're Aunt Trinity! Why did you lie to

arms as she walked in. "You're such

on the sofa and said, "Mommy, Aunt Trinity was teasing me. She said she

let go if she saw this little sprite. I'm sure it would ease her heartache. It looks like you're the

she very sick?" I asked, feeling a pang of

and her condition

Trinity seriously,

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

I'm not a doctor. How can I cure

cheer her up. You're a ray of sunshine. If she's happy, she'll get better," Trinity explained patiently. "Why are you so beautiful?

genes?" Ava

over with a smile. "Get

and said, "She