Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
She holds it up when she sees me. “I’m not showing you numbers,” she says. “I’m showing you this.” It’s a message from a woman who played my hour for her mother in a hospice room. They both cried, she says. First real thing they’d done together in a year. “That’s why,” Paige says. “Not the numbers. That.” My kid, already running this whole thing better than I ever could.
Harrison stirs when Paige gets loud. He cracks an eye, takes in my face, and goes back under, his free hand coming up to keep the baby steady on his chest. Katelyn lifts her glass at me across the counter. There’s a plate for me in the microwave with my name on a sticky note in Paige’s writing.
Josie crosses to me and puts her hands flat on my chest and looks up. “There he is,” she says as I put the plate Talisa sent over down.
She spent her whole life holding me up. My turn.
I hold her there in the middle of the loud, bright kitchen, all of them around us. My father’s gone. The show found whatever it was reaching for. My kids are under my roof or a phone call away. I’m home, and I stayed, and I’m going to keep staying.