Natalia’s POV
When we finally reached the house later that day, Max bolted inside before I could even get the stroller up the front steps. I heard his footsteps pounding up the stairs, followed by the slam of a door.
I stood there in the foyer for a long moment, just staring at the empty staircase. Jane looked up at me uncertainly.
Grace suddenly appeared from around the corner, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Jane!” she exclaimed, smiling. “You’re just in time. I really need your help with something. Think you could do that?”
“What is it?” Jane asked, perking up.
Grace ushered her toward the den. “I need you to organize the books on the shelf.”
“How? By letters? Or maybe colors?”
“However you like,” Grace laughed. “Just make it look good, okay?”
“Okay!”
Grace returned a few moments later. I was still standing there, holding onto Hope’s stroller. Grace’s face softened, and she gently lifted the sleeping Hope, then settled her into the sling across her chest without waking her.
“Wanna come garden with me?” Grace whispered.
I nodded and followed her out the back door. The garden was exactly what I needed right now; the smell of warm soil, freshly dampened, filled the air. The sunshine was balmy against my skin and several of the planter boxes were already full of sprouts. It was quiet and peaceful.
Grace and I knelt down by one of the boxes. I helped her tend to the young tomato plants, carefully checking them for damage or disease and binding small stakes to some of the taller ones. We worked in silence for a while.
“I saw Isaac today,” I finally said as she gave me a handful of dried beans to plant.
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