Abby
Walking into the house later that night I don't hear a single thing. I thought Caleb would've been from work by now I guess not.
I walk into our room ready to strip out of all my clothes and take a well needed shower after a day of painting another guest room , today the color was a baby blue it was so pretty on the walls as if it was meant for the room specifically. Mark has some very nice taste, along with my help of course.
First things first, I take off my shoes that are killing me damn I haven't been on my feet most of the day but still these shoes are killing me.
"Amy where are you" I call out to the little dog I've grown to love; she has nothing on Ricky, but she'll have to do for now. All in all, she's a very good dog but she loves Caleb way more than me, it's understandab
