“Of course you’re worried,” I said. “All you do is sit inside all day and think about everything that could go wrong. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to think I regretted coming home with you.”
It killed me that she was so upset and that I’d not only missed it, but I had no idea how to make things better. With a sigh, I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “I didn’t make a mistake. We just need to figure out how to get you back into the swing of things. Hiding in the house, playing video games, and cooking for me isn’t living.”
She sighed. “You’re right. So, what do we do?”
“Well, first, we’re going to bundle up and go for a walk. You need some fresh air. Then, we’re getting you a job.”
Finding gainful employment in the United States after being dead for eighteen yea
