Margot POV
I went home the next day and had lunch with Ellen.
That afternoon I took her to see the apartment I’d bought.
A local contractor was already handling the basic renovations; the place should be finished in about two weeks.
Ellen and I walked through all three bedrooms more than once.
We talked about where the furniture should go, which room would be hers, what kind of curtains she wanted, and where the dining table might fit.
I’d already ordered a pile of things online, scheduled for delivery once the work was done.
By the time Ellen came home from surgery, I wanted everything ready: an actual home, somewhere warm, where she could recover without worrying about anything else.
Ellen looked happier than she had in a long time.
There was color in her face again.
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