Moving In

Tommaso

Barely a week had passed before Paige gave the news to her staff at the shelter, hired a handful of new staff, and was ready to begin moving women into the redone Mansion. I’d barely seen her in the flurry of activity, other than when she dropped into bed next to me at night, but every time I’d seen her, she wore a wide smile. I pulled up the driveway of the new shelter in between meetings and grinned. The blue had actually been Mel’s idea, inspired by the other house’s colors, and it was a stroke of genius. In one step, it took the imposing old house from the place that held an auction every year to somewhere people could go to feel safe.

The banner I’d come up with at the last minute had disappeared from over the door. I wasn’t surprised. Writing with a paintbrush turned out to be a lot harder than a pen, and I’d used a random drop cloth as a base. Paige probably wanted something a little more professional. I climbed out of the car and headed up the stairs. The front door st