That night, I was grateful that Santiago stayed over, mostly because I wasn’t sure I would have slept if he hadn’t. We went to bed early, my nerves too frazzled for me to even work on my cross-stitch, even though I knew doing so would settle me.
And when I woke up the next morning, I didn’t feel much better. But Sawyer was coming home today, and I needed to pull myself together. I took a long shower while Santiago made us baked oatmeal, and then I put on make-up, dressed in something I enjoyed wearing, and spent the next couple of hours tidying the house while Santiago worked in the living room.
Our plan was to wait for Sawyer to get home and then all head into town where Saw and I would work at my shop, with Saul nearby, until dinner time. Then, we would go to Santi’s for dinner, a trea
