The sun was just setting as Camilla sat in the rocking chair that rested to the left of the front door. While her house wasn't that big compared to the house she grew up in, it still felt huge now that she was living alone. Her children had all grown up and moved out, and her husband had passed on a couple years back. Her oldest son had taken over the ranch, as Camilla's eyesight had started to fail a few months back. While he and his family took care of the ranch, they lived in a small cabin that first served as home to Camilla and her late husband, Kevin.

Sam rode up to the house on his horse. He wondered if he could get his mom to tell the story of how his grandparents met. It was like there was something his mother and father had not wanted to go into out of respect for his grandparents. Now and then he would catch his mother looking at a picture of a lady he had no clue who it was, or where his mother had even got it from...and she wasn't saying. Sam prayed and hoped that he could get some answers that had been bugging him since he first came across her looking at it some years back.

Camilla was resting her eyes when she heard a horse and knew by the whistle that it was her son, Sam. He had begged her to tell him about the lady in the picture that she now kept in her writing desk drawer. She knew she should tell him about the woman, but she remembered how much pain would show up in her father's eyes when Rachel-Marie was brought up. Her father regretted what he had done until he passed on. Oh, her stepmother respected it and never hung it over his head, it was her stepmother wished she could help ease the amount of regret her husband had. Part of it was regret on the choices he had made the other half was knowing she never got the chance to see Camilla grow up to the lady she had become.

"Hi, mom." Sam said as he tied his horse's reigns around a post in front of the house.

"Hello, son."

"Did you think on my question?"

"Yes, I did. I will tell you. What I am about to tell you is all I heard from my dad. While he knew her, I personally never knew her. She died around when I was six months old. Though you have to understand we didn't speak about it because it was something we wanted kept secret. We just didn't speak about it outside the four walls I grew up in, then we just stop talking about it all together by the time I found out I was going to have you. Looking back I realize we shouldn't have quit talking about her." Camilla stood up and motioned for her son to follow her.

Sam followed his mom into the house. His mind raced a thousand miles as he knew he was going to be getting an answer to his question he had asked. "Who was that lady in the picture?"