Friday morning, I’ve decided on a trail for us to go four-wheeling and gotten the trailer and the four-wheeler out of the garage.
Lucy’s been a little off since Monday when we went to Marla and Dad’s. She was so happy she remembered our wedding day, but still… something about her demeanor seems different since then. I thanked Marla even if at the time I thought she was being pushy.
I love Marla. She’s never tried to replace my mom, but still finds a way to guide me like a mom. I should’ve trusted her instincts.
When I walk into the house, Lucy’s dressed and sitting at the table, spinning her phone.
“What’s up?”
She looks up and grabs her phone, standing. “Nothing, just waiting on you.”
“You were thinking pretty hard there.”
“My mom,” she says. That gives me all the answer I need.
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