She did.
At work, I took the three early shifts.
Then Dana sat beside me while I called her neighbor.
She had exactly three mornings available.
The cost for two infants took most of my wages.
After transport.
Formula.
Food.
There was nothing left for a deposit on an apartment.
I stared at the numbers.
Dana looked over.
“You can have my spare room for six weeks.”
I looked at her.
“We’ll split groceries.”
“What happens after six weeks?”
She was quiet.
“Idon’t know.”
Neither did I.
But for the first time, staying with Ryan looked more frightening than not knowing.
Friday afternoon, Ryan and I carried groceries toward the house.
He stopped on the porch.
“I need tonight to go smoothly.”
I looked at him.
“Meaning?”
“No drama.”
“Meaning I smile while you tell Mr. Holloway what a devoted family man you are?”
Ryan’s jaw tightened.
