“It’s too soon, Eva,” Macy blurted it out and then wished she could take it back. “We only just—” she managed to stop that one before it came out. She wished she wasn’t sitting in Tim’s childhood chair in Eva’s office. It made her body far too aware of what they had “only just.”
“But you’ve loved him since you were a teenager,” Eva didn’t make it a question.
“Since I can remember,” she nodded miserably.
“He has the same problem, sweetheart. You just need to give him a little time to figure it out.”
“He what?” that got her attention back to Eva’s face.
“Did he ever show you any of his writing?” Macy tried to make sense of Eva’s subject change, but couldn’t.
“I didn’t know Tim could spell his way out of Winnie the Pooh.” Tim had always been a good student at school, but she’d never hea
