His First Lady
As soon as I come through the front door, I rush to the living room where they are doing their homework and announce, “We got the house!”
Violet feeds off my energy at once. She hops to her feet and cheers.
Iris isn’t quite as reactionary, though she does smile and give a little, “Yay.”
Good moods are flying high – until Garnar steps out of his office. “What did you say?”
I refuse to let him ruin my excitement for the day, or the excitement the girls feel, so I straighten. “I’m closing on a house tomorrow.”
A muscle ticks at the corner of Garnar’s jaw. Glancing at our daughters, who are glancing at him, he inhales and exhales deeply. Then he gestures for me to come closer.