“I hate my hands,” she muttered.
“Well, look on the bright side. No washing dishes until they’re better.”
“Until you recover.”
Paige immediately stopped crying.
“For how long?”
“Until you recover.”
“Can we tell Mom it’ll take six years?”
I laughed for the first time in weeks.
Colin asked me out.
Colin had that effect on both of us.
With his patience and Paige’s determination, she gradually regained her strength and coordination.
After her therapy ended, Colin asked me out. By our third date, Paige had already made up her mind.
“Mom, you should marry him.”
“We’ve been on three dates!”
I rolled my eyes.
“And? You’re not getting any younger.”
I rolled my eyes, but secretly, I was beginning to agree.
Somewhere between shared dinners, terrible jokes, and Sunday afternoons together, Colin stopped feeling like a visitor.
He became family.
Her jewelry came from Italy.
