After the movers had unloaded my things, I looked around—overwhelmed. I had so many boxes to unpack. All I wanted to do was lay down. So, I made my way into our living room and curled onto the couch Charlie had had delivered and set up. Thank God.
The small townhouse was cute. Brick walls, a small fireplace that I imagined we would never have to use, dark wood flooring. It was just a one-bedroom, one bathroom, but it was all that we needed for now. And it had a small backyard for Layla. Charlie told me that she had specifically looked for a backyard for that reason. I smiled thinking about it. What if I hadn’t said yes? She would be paying for a yard that she would never use. I guess that was the risk she was willing to take.
The kitchen had a small island—it certainly wasn’t as big or a
