I let him keep digging.
Thursday afternoon I made a couple of quiet phone calls and lined everything up.
That evening I texted him:
Found the perfect one. Coming tomorrow at four. You’re going to love this. Exactly your type.
His reply was instant:
Can’t wait 😊 Only the best for our family.
Friday he came home an hour early, something that hadn’t happened since the twins were born. Walked in wearing the cologne he saves for date nights, hair actually styled, deep-blue shirt that makes his eyes look bluer, jeans that fit. He was trying, hard.
I folded laundry in the living room and pretended not to notice.
The doorbell rang right on time.
I opened it with the calmest smile I’d worn in years.
There stood Wallace…
