Lynn ‘sPOV

The nursery had been finished for three weeks.

I'd redone it twice.

The first time, the crib was against the wrong wall — I couldn't explain how I knew, just that I did, the way you know something is off-center before you measure it. The second time, the mobile wasn't right. Grayson had stood in the doorway at two in the morning watching me pull it down for the third time and said nothing. Just crossed the room, took it out of my hands, and asked me where I ...