Alice spent her lunchtime in the middle of the night looking through old pictures and making notes of which photos to send to Hunter when. Nothing had been said between them about her image texts, but she knew he’d seen them.
She smiled at the pictures of Westin in the kitchen sink for bath time, and the video of the first steps he’d taken. She was going to get Hunter up to speed on all of Westin’s best moments in the course of a month, even if she had to send him more than one picture per day.
When she realized she hadn’t eaten yet, she wolfed down the sandwich she’d packed for herself and hurried back to the nurse’s station.
“There you are,” Sadie said.
“I’m not late,” Alice said, setting her phone in the cubby inside the office and turning back to her friend. “What’s going on?”
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