*Shelby*

**Two Months Later**

“Honey, I’m home,” I called as I shifted sideways through the townhouse doors, my arms loaded with shopping bags.

“I’m in the kitchen,” Michael called back to me, and I could hear him chuckling to himself at my endearment.

I’d finally finished my last term paper that very morning and went shopping to celebrate. I’d been living at the townhouse as much as physically ...