Michaela
I was prepared to feel miserable in the house Gavin had leased us. There’d been so little time for him to arrange it, and nothing could compare to the hard-won home I’d been raising Gabriel in.
But when Gabriel and I stepped into the house, it was immediately clear how much thought Gavin had put into preparing this haven for us.
A box of kids’ art supplies awaited Gabriel on the coffee table, next to a sofa draped with my favourite type of fuzzy blanket. Reed diffusers gently wafted the same scent I used in our apartment throughout the space. Even the freshly-laundered bedsheets folded neatly in the linen closet had similar patterns to the ones we used at home.
Gabriel shrieked excitedly and ran to explore every corner of our new space, shouting his discoveries to me as I
