and gently, patiently excusing another.
On day six, I finally showered and put on real pants. I had coffee on my desk and the Aspenwood closing checklist open on my laptop. The deal would not pause for my heart. I had three weeks left to be a professional before I could afford to be a person again.
My phone rang.
The screen said Bryce.
“Hey, Mom,” he said.continue reading …
