LOGINMy throat feels tight suddenly. “He was very patient with you,” I manage. “That was kind of him.” “Daddy says patience is the most important thing,” Maisie announces with the authority. “Especially with people who are learning new things and don’t know how yet.” I flip the pancake and don’t respo
Chapter 62: Morning After Dahlia Emma is curled up near the couch with her thumb in her mouth and her glasses crooked on her face. Maisie is sprawled across her sleeping bag like she’s trying to take up as much space as physically possible, one arm flung over her face. The other three girls are
Ten minutes later we’re out of the store and I’m angrier than when we walked in. I stop by the passenger door. “I can take a cab from here. You probably have meetings or calls or something more important to attend to.” “I’ll drive you.” He’s already opening the door. “Get in.” “I’m perfectly ca
Eloise I’m waiting for Weston to finish whatever conversation he’s having with Dahlia about table arrangements or some other detail I can’t bring myself to care about right now. I’m tired. Tired of this polite, distant dance where we never quite touch, never quite connect, never quite become anyt
Somehow we make it to early evening without any major disasters. The sun is starting to sink lower and the children are finally showing signs of actually being tired. “I’m hungry,” Maisie announces. A chorus of agreement follows. I mentally run through my fridge inventory and come up with approx
Dahlia My voice comes out higher than intended. “Weston, I’m not the best babysitter” “I know, I know it’s a huge imposition.” He looks genuinely apologetic. “But they’re well-behaved and they love the animals so they’ll be entertained. I’ll pay triple and I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning







