*Ada*
Audrey greets me with a bright smile as I open the door for her. “I have a dress! I have other stuff, too, but a dress!”
“You didn’t have to,” I say softly. It’s still so strange to have so much of, well, everything. I haven’t needed anything since I got here.
“Nonsense,” she says, waving off my concerns.
“Hiiiii Awdeee,” Katya smiles.
Audrey hands me the bags and lifts my daughter into her arms, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Come on. It’s time to play dress up. I have stuff for you, too.”
I follow Audrey to my closet and hang the dress bag on the hook where the dresses from earlier this week were hung. Then, she sits Katya on the ground and takes the other bags from me.
“I got you jeans that should fit better than some of those,” she tells me, pulling a stack of
