A calloused hand pulled her away from the washtub. Lizzie kept her eyes on the floor. I’ve lost my mind.
“Lizzie, won’t you look at me?”
Lizzie raised her eyes to Geordie’s fallen face. “Go away.”
Geordie shook his head. “You don’t understand. I’m here to take care of you. I dreamed of you the entire time I was at sea. I saw you in the stars, so near and yet so far. Lizzie, I should have been here. I’m so sorry.”
“Stop talking,” the other voice said.
“Lizzie. Lambkin. I’m here now. Let me take care of you both.”
“The child isn’t yours, Geordie. Back away!”
The other man’s angry voice echoed in Lizzie’s head. What child is he talking about? Slowly, she lifted her hand to touch Geordie’s face.
“You want to take care of us?” she whispered.
“I’ve never meant anything more. I’ll take care of you both.”
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