Iris didn’t speak to him either, simply going about her chores as usual.
No one knew that she had already contacted her biological parents.
Until they came to take her away, she would keep a low profile.
Every day, she would find an excuse to go to town for groceries, making sure to stop by the post office, afraid of missing a letter from her real family.
That day, as usual, Iris used the excuse of buying groceries to visit the post office in town.
Once again, there was no news.
She mentally counted the days—it had already been nearly seven.
Her biological parents lived in Nashville. Communication in the 1980s was slow, and it wasn’t uncommon for letters to take over ten days to arrive.
Feeling disappointed, Iris walked out of the post office, only to spot a familiar figure at the street corner.
It was Wendel, and beside him was Esther.
They had just stepped out of a clothing store, with Esther holding a floral dress in her hands.
The moment they looked up, their eyes met.
Since their last argument, Wendel had ignored her for three days.
He hesitated, debating whether to break the silence. But before he could say anything, Iris spoke first.