Chapter 10 - THE NEW LIGHT
I stared at the lamp.
“I told the movers to leave that behind,” I said.
Vincent set it gently on the porch table.
“I know. But I went back for it.”
I felt a sudden knot in my chest. The lamp represented everything painful about our past. The lonely nights. The fear. The betrayal.
“Why, Vincent?” I asked, my voice tight.
He turned to me, his eyes completely earnest.
“Because for thirty years, it was a symbol of your patience and my selfishness. But it also kept me alive, Ellie. Knowing that light was on was the only thing that brought me back to you.”
He reached over and plugged it into the outdoor outlet on the porch.
He didn't turn it on.
“I want to keep it,” he said softly. “But I want you to make a new rule.”
“What rule?”
“You only turn it on when we are both home. Together. It's not a waiting light anymore, Eleanor. It's a living light.”
I looked at the brass metal, polished and gleaming in the afternoon sun.
I reached out and clicked the switch.
The warm yellow bulb flickered to life.
Vincent smiled, pulling me into his arms.
For the first time in my marriage, I wasn't worried about the door opening. I wasn't listening for sirens or sudden phone calls.
I just leaned against my husband's chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.
Suddenly, the screen door banged open.
Leo came running out, his face covered in chocolate chips.
“Grandpa! Mom said we can go to the lake!”
Vincent caught the boy, lifting him high into the air.
“The lake it is, buddy. Go grab your fishing pole.”
As Leo ran off, Clara stepped onto the porch.
She looked at her father playing with her son.
Then she looked at me.
She didn't have to say anything. The gratitude in her eyes was enough.
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But as we packed the truck for the lake, my cell phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
