measuring for the crib.”
I looked at the notebook.
“In my bedroom?”
“David and I decided this room makes the most sense for the nursery. It gets better light, and the en suite will be perfect for bathing the baby.”
She said it matter-of-factly.
“We’re going to move you upstairs.”
I had been married, widowed, raised a child, managed a household, buried people I loved, and dealt with all kinds of difficult personalities in my life.
But I can still say with confidence that I’d rarely seen that level of
