Amanda tried, and failed, to move all her belongings into Jack’s room. But it only took thirty minutes to realize it would be best to leave most of her belongings in the spare room. Ibby didn’t seem to mind the additional clutter.
The house looked different to Amanda. It felt different. Now she wasn’t just a guest staying for an extended period of time—this was her home. This would be her home for as long as she wanted it. And Jack was hers. Amanda couldn’t quite wrap her mind around that. Hers. He loved her.
Amanda tried to continue living her life like she always did. She still ran errands every day while Jack was at work, she brought food to the theater for everybody during their late rehearsals, and she even had her interview at the library. But everything just seemed like busy-work,
