This was… a little overwhelming. Cassian was responsible for everything good that was happening to me.
I didn’t even know what to feel.
Angry that my husband didn’t believe I could succeed on my own, or touched by the fact that he had been helping me for a while now even when I wasn’t nice to him sometimes.
“Ma’am? Are you okay?” Tony’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Um.. yeah. I just need to be alone for a while.”
He nodded. “Of course, I totally understand.”
I watched as he walked out while I sat on my stool.
I tried to resume my painting, but it was so obvious my mind was elsewhere. I could barely work. My mind was still processing what Tony told me.
After what seemed like an hour, I stared at the work that was looking back at me. It wasn’t my best piece. More confirmatio
