It’s almost time for the sleepover, and Ace was out making sure everything was in order while I remained in my room, speaking to my husband on the phone. 

Husband... I’m getting used to it. 

The sound of Scott’s voice filled my room. It was soft, warm, and grounding even though he was thousands of miles away. My phone was propped on the nightstand, angled carefully so that the camera caught only me and the soft spill of light across the sheets. 

“…it’s been nonstop since I ...