Planning, cleaning, dishes, the mental load of keeping track of things. I’m not running a hotel.”
He smiled faintly at that. “We can do that,” he said. “We will do that.”
I believed him.
Melissa came over two days later.
She stood on my porch in a wool coat, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail that had lost some of its usual volume, as if the holiday continue reading …
