Jessica’s hands were full, making conversation impossible.
But Herbert could already guess what she wanted to say.
“Wondering why I’m here?” he asked with a half-smile.
Jessica nodded.
“I came to visit my grandfather’s grave, and thought I’d stop by your grandmother’s too. I can’t even count how many meals she made for me when I was a kid.”
Of course, the real reason was to keep Jessica company.
He knew today was the Thanksgiving Day, and Jessica would be here to pay respects to her grandmother and mother.
Herbert reached out, taking the offerings and flowers from Jessica’s arms. “Let’s do this together.”
He loaded the items into the trunk, then opened the car door for her.
Once they were inside, Jessica began sharing her morning’s speech therapy practice. She admitted it was still tough—even the simplest sounds wouldn’t come out right.
“Don’t rush,” Herbert reassured her. “You haven’t started treatment yet. The test results show your nerves have healed much more than before, which is why you’re suddenly making some sounds. You’ll recover faster than most. All you need is a minor procedure to help things along.”
For Jessica, it was a ray of hope she hadn’t seen in years. If her body was healing on its own, maybe her chances of speaking again were much higher than before.
She pressed her thumb into her palm—a silent thank you.
She didn’t say more. If she started signing, Herbert would have to take his eyes off the road to watch, and she didn’t want to be a distraction.
Secretary Allen followed Herbert’s car all the way to the cemetery.
After parking, Herbert and Jessica got out and walked together to the grave sites.
Secretary Allen hesitated, debating whether to call President Lawson. But he’d been told simply to pick up Mrs. Lawson and bring her home—nothing more. If he reported that she was visiting the cemetery with another man, President Lawson would probably lose his temper. That would only make work harder for everyone.
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