Stacey’s POV:
The apartment was eerily quiet, just me, myself and I. Chloe had gone to work and my precious baby was in school.
How did you agree to relax at home? Like who are you kidding? You don’t know how to relax.
I stared blankly at the TV as I flipped through channels for what had to be the fiftieth time ughh.
Cooking show. Crime drama. Sitcom reruns. More cooking shows. What is it with cooking shows?
Nothing held my attention, but for once, I didn’t mind. The quiet boredom was oddly comforting. No courtrooms. No Liam. No Agatha. No Noah Just… stillness.
I curled deeper into the couch, tugging my tank top down and stretching my legs out. Chloe’s advice was great.
My “ugliest pajamas” turned out to be my old gray boxer shorts and a faded tank top that hung off one shoulder. No
