Chapter Two T he Foxrun Elementary School was a charming two-story brick building a block off Main Street. For nine months of the year Melanie taught second-graders on the second floor, and during that time the old brick building felt like home. Her classroom welcomed her with bright colors on the bulletin boards and the familiar scent of chalk and children. As she slid into the chair behind her desk, she marveled that in less than a weekâs time the school year would be over and the decorations on the bulletin boards would be taken down until next year. The teachers held two parent-teacher conferences each year. The first was held just before Christmas to discuss what improvements needed to be made and any areas of weakness the child displayed. This conference at the end of the school year was to talk aboutwhat improvements had been made and what the parents might want to do to help the child prepare for their next year of school. Melanie checked her watch, then pulled out the folder for Becky Altenburg. Beckyâs parents would be here at any minute and they would be happy with Beckyâs progress. She was a delightful little girl, both bright and cheerful. With her paperwork ready before her, Melanie leaned back in her chair and tried not to think about Bailey. From the moment sheâd left his place, sheâd been kicking herself for speaking aloud the nutty idea that had momentarily taken possession of her brain. The very last thing she would ever want was to do something that would destroy the precious friendship they shared. Theyâd even gone to the same college together in Kansas City. The only time theyâd really been apart was when heâd met and married the beautiful Stephanie. After college heâd returned to Foxrun with his bride. Sheâd lasted two months in the small town before hightailing it out of here. But the time Melanie had been apart from Bailey had been the most miserable time in her life. Still, she couldnât seem to get her idea out of her head. Was it really so crazy? There wasnât a man in Foxrun she was even vaguely romantically interested in, and she hadnât been lying when sheâd told Bailey that she wanted children while her mother was still around to share the joy. The more she thought about it, the more she thought it was a perfect solution for both of them. She trusted Bailey more than she trusted anyone, and she was absolutely confident their