MOE
I woke up before the sun even thought about rising. My eyes felt gritty from barely sleeping, but I didn’t care. Today was the day. I had packed everything I needed into two suitcases and a duffel bag the night before—mostly Milo’s things, some clothes, my scrubs, and the divorce papers. Everything else could burn for all I cared.
I moved quietly through the guest room, grabbing the last few items. Milo was still asleep in the portable crib Matthew had brought over late last night. I picked him up gently, wrapped him in a soft blanket, and held him close against my chest. His little silver eyes stayed closed, trusting and warm. That was all the motivation I needed.
I dragged the suitcases down the hallway as quietly as I could, one at a time, then carried Milo down the stairs. The h
