GRACE'S POV
The house in Cannon Beach closed on a Friday and I moved in that same day with my three suitcases and a determination to start over that felt more like desperation. The furniture wouldn't arrive until Monday, so I spent the weekend sleeping on an air mattress in what would eventually be the nursery, listening to the ocean and trying not to think about the fact that I was eight weeks pregnant and completely alone.
My mom came on Sunday with groceries and unsolicited advice. She took one look at my empty house and my gray face and announced she was staying the week. I didn't argue. Morning sickness had evolved into all-day nausea that made it hard to function, and having someone else around to force me to eat crackers and drink ginger tea was probably the difference between sur
