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The next few weeks went by in a blurry haze as I tried to find worthwhile things to occupy my time. I refused to slip into a devastated depression. Now that I no longer had a job, I felt completely at loose ends. Court and Seth worked, leaving me on my own most days. I cleaned our house, read books, and even tried to learn how to knit. The booties I made were lopsided, and I dropped more stitches than I knitted, so I decided I had better give up on that idea before I shoved my knitting needles through a wall.
The nights were long and difficult without having Sam by my side. I missed him terribly, and it took all of my willpower not to call him and gladly accept whatever attention he was willing to offer.
Somewhere along the way, I had gone from being cutely, roundly pregnant to bein
