The next morning, Emma climbed into my lap before breakfast and asked, “You stayed. Does that mean pancakes?”
Nick saw me pause.
“That is exactly what it means,” I told her.
On my way to the kitchen, I passed the front door and glanced at the porch.
Nick saw me pause.
Without saying a word, he crossed the room, opened the door wide, and stood there holding it.
This time, I believed him.
“Come in, Mom,” he said.
I looked at him for a second.
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