The next morning, Sierra and I sat on the couch together with the contract.
As soon as she had stepped out of the tub last night, she’d basically fallen asleep. I dried her off as she wobbled back and forth on her feet, then carried her to the bedroom. We still had so much to talk about, but I’d figured that she needed to rest.
Too much stimuli at once would only make things worse.
“You ready?” I asked.
She cuddled up next to me and placed her head on my shoulder. “Are you ready?”
you “Yes.”
Her lips turned down. “But you seem so tired. Did you sleep last night?”
I bit back a yawn. “A little.”
Honestly, I had been awake for so long last night, hating myself for pushing her too far. I’d paced the living room so many times, wondering why I hadn’t been clearer and more direct with her
