Stepping around him, I somehow manage to walk away with my tears in tact and go toward Maize who’s happily jumping away and playing. A few moments later, I hear the front door open and shut with a slam.
I get Maize ready for bed and rock her to sleep. Thinking back to only a couple of hours ago, I’m quite certain things will forever be changed between John and me. The uncertainty of whether I should’ve pushed him or not fills my head, but I can’t keep doing this dance with him every day. Although parts of him are still a mystery to me, I can’t help the way I feel when he’s around, invading my thoughts and my life.
Once Maize’s asleep in her crib, I go to my room and turn on the baby monitor. I’m not sure how late John plans to stay out, so I want to be able to hear her just in case.
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