Chapter 50

Kiara definitely helped with making my apartment look like it was straight out of a magazine. I texted her photos of newly arriving packages every day, and she told me where to put it and how to dress it up. Of course, anything made out of glass didn’t last longer than a day in a household with Clara, but the sentiment was nice.

I stretched out my sore muscles. Clara needed some time to adjust to the new apartment, so getting her to sleep was a part time job at this point. I read her books and told her stories, I even dared to sing her a lullaby. Nothing I did helped with calming her down