Paige.Dante just followed me to the nursery, he put the bag on the drawers and stood by the door, his hands in his pockets, just staring at me, Kyla slept against my chest, her tiny body warm and impossibly light, her breath puffing softly through parted lips. I could still smell the agency on her baby soap, something clean and unfamiliar, but beneath that was her. Familiar. Mine.The house felt different with her in it now, more fragile. Not quieter no, it was fuller, charged. Like the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting to see what kind of home we were going to be.Dante shrugged out of his jacket, loosened his tie, and glanced at his phone.“I am going to step out for a while,” he said casually.The words didn’t land right away. They hovered between us, strange and wrong, like a note out of tune.“You are what?” I asked, I didn't even realize how high pitched my voice was until it came out.He didn’t look at me. He just slipped his phone into his pocket, already
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