20
Quincey
I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but over the past three weeks, it wasn’t what happened.
And that was a big nothing.
Nothing happened.
There was no drama.
There were no more police visits.
No calls from my father.
No emails.
Nothing.
I had expected some drama with Nate, but there was zilch on that front, too.
He seemed to sense when I wanted time with Nova—when I wanted to feed her, hug her, play with her, change her diapers, chase after her. And the times when I was tired, he sensed that, too. He stepped in, and even as I would start going to her room, I’d hear his low croons, which were usually followed by her laughter.
Nova was generally a happy baby, thank goodness. Then again, that should’ve been expected if I was just going off Valerie.
Val was the happy one
