Kayla pointed at him.
“Don’t.”
He held up both hands.
“I haven’t said a word.”
“Your back is laughing.”
“I’ll have a word with that, too.”
She rolled her eyes.
Despite everything, I could see a little of my old sister returning.
The sister who could make a terrible situation funny, who could tease anyone in the room, and who once spent an entire family holiday convincing our uncle that a squirrel had stolen his car keys.
I missed that version of her.
I just wished she hadn’t decided to bring the worst parts of her heartbreak into my marriage.
Later that afternoon, Kayla agreed to look at the room with the garden.
Andrew stayed home.
I drove with her because I knew there were things we needed to say without an audience.
The room belonged to a woman named Renee.
She was around Kayla’s age, friendly without being overly curious, and refreshingly direct.
