office cleared by Friday. Madison needs a quiet feeding room.”
“My office?”
“Yes. You can work from the dining table.”
I almost admired the arrogance.
Instead, I said, “Friday works.”
That evening, Eric came into the bedroom while I was scanning documents.
He leaned against the door. “Mom says you’ve been much easier lately.”
“I’ve been thinking.”
“About what?”
“About how fast life can change.”
He laughed. “Don’t start being weird again.”
Then he noticed a folder on my desk marked PROPERTY.
“What’s that?”
I closed it.
“Work.”
He believed
