CHAPTER 6Laurel
In the morning, Laurel was nursing on the couch in the living room when Len appeared. He smiled at them both.
“Emma’s up? I didn’t hear her.”
“I know.” She couldn’t help the bitterness that seeped into her voice, and he paused on his way to the kitchen.
“I would have gotten her if—”
“It’s fine.” She stroked the baby’s cheek with the back of her index finger, feeling her resentment rise. He would have gotten Emma if he’d heard her—that was what he meant. But he never did hear her. Every time she had to roust him; it was like waking the dead. And wasn’t she just as tired?
She leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes. She could hear Len in the kitchen, running water and making coffee, and she even envied him that quotidian task: that he could just saunt
