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Chapter Thirty-Four








                I  fin ish  rins ing   the  paint   out  of  the  brushes   and   then  walk  back  to  the
                nu rser y   to   admire   the   mural.    I   spent    most   of   yes terd ay   and    all   of
                today paint ing  it.
                    It’s been  two week s sinc e  R yle came  over  and  put the  crib toget her.

                Now  tha t  the  mural  is  fini shed   and   I  brought   in  a  few   plant s  from  the
                store,  I feel  like  the  nu rser y is fina lly complet e.  I look around  and  feel
                a  little  sad  tha t  no   one  is  here   to  admire  the  room  with  me.   I  grab  my
                pho ne  and  tex t Allysa.
                    Me: Mural is fin ished! You should come down and look at it.

                    Allysa: I’m not home. Running errands. I’ll come look at it tomorrow, though.
                    I  frown  and   decide  to  tex t  my  mother.  She  ha s  to  work  tomorro w,
                but I kno w she’l l be  just as ex cited  to see  it as I was to fini sh  it.
                    Me: Feel like driving into town tonight? The nursery is fin ally fin ished.
                    Mom: Can’t. Recital night at school. I’ll be here late. I can’t wait to see it! I’ll

                    come by tomorrow!
                    I  sit  down  in  the  rocking   cha ir  and   kno w  tha t  I  sho uldn’t  do  wha t
                I’m about to do, but I do it anyway.
                    Me: The nursery is fin ished. Do you want to come look at it?

                    Ever y  ner ve  in  my  body  spring s  to  life  as  soon  as  I  hi t  Send .  I  stare
                at my pho ne  unt il hi s rep ly comes  thro ugh.
                    Ryle: Of course. On my way down now.
                    I   immed iatel y   stand    up   and    beg in   making    last   minu te   touches .   I
                fluff    the   pillows    on   the   loves ea t   and    straight en   one   of   the   wall
                ha ng ing s.  I’m  barel y  to  the  front   door  when  I  hea r  hi s  kno ck.  I  open
                it and  dam mit. He’s wear ing scrubs.

                    I step  aside  as he  makes  hi s way in.
                    “Allysa said you were  paint ing  a mural?”
                    I follow hi m down  the  ha llway toward the  nu rser y.
                    “It’s  taken  two  days  to  fini sh, ”  I  tel l  hi m.  “My  body  feel s  like  I  ran  a
                maratho n      and    all   I   did   was   walk   up   and    down   a   step    ladder   a   few
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