Amelia*
“It would make me feel better if I can see where you’re going to live,” Dad says.
I sigh because, honestly, I don’t know if I want him to see it. It’s mine. It’s a sacred, safe place that I don’t have to share. I mean, it’s Teresa’s, but it’s mine.
I nod and stand, deciding it’ll be fine to let him see, but I’m shocked to find Jim and Teresa painting the room for me.
“What are you doing?” I ask her. “You finally got him to take the kids for a weekend. You shouldn’t spend it painting my space!”
She smiles. “I just want to make sure it’s good for you. I’m so excited you’re moving in. The kids will be thrilled.”
“How many kids do you have?” Dad asks her.
“Four,” she smiles. “They love Emmy. I just got divorced, and she’s been such a big help. It’s hard to get them to daycare
