OUR FULL GARAGE
FRIDAY.
The end of the work and school week.
The marking of my first full week of knowing Weston Lockwood, and the last day I would be stuck at home while he was away at work. The good news was, during all my free time, I got to spend hours playing the piano, which was something I’d always loved doing. The bad news was, my hands ached. Muscle memory served me well, but I’d obviously lost some dexterity and stamina.
With a piano in the house, it wouldn’t be long before I was back up to where I was.
Amy, one of Weston’s assistants, showed up at the house mid-morning with bags in her hands.
“Good morning,” I said, trying to be friendly. So far, the only interaction I’d had with her was when she held our place at the DMV.
She smiled at me, a genuine one that made it to h
