“I didn’t think you were going to pack my suitcase.”
She frowned.
“That was almost a joke.”
“It was a very subtle joke.”
“I can see that.”
He smiled.
“But seriously, Kayla, I’m sorry you’re hurting. I know what it’s like to have a plan for your life fall apart. You don’t have to turn everything into a test to find out whether you’re still worth loving.”
Her eyes filled again.
She quickly looked away.
“Could everyone please stop being emotionally intelligent for five minutes?”
I laughed.
Andrew picked up the laundry basket.
“I can go back to folding socks. It’s a very shallow activity.”
“Perfect.”
He walked toward the bedroom.
Kayla watched him go, then turned to me.
“He’s a good man.”
“Yes, he is.”
She nodded slowly.
“You chose well.”
I smiled.
“I know.”
For the first time in weeks, there was no challenge in her voice.
No hidden meaning.
