"Yes, you do."
"No. I don't. But I'm keeping you anyway."
I smiled. "Good. Because I'm not going anywhere."
We spent the rest of the afternoon together. Watching TV. Talking. Just being close.
Around five, there was a knock on the door.
Ridge opened it. Harlow stood there with two bags and a box.
"I'm here," she said. "Where do I put my stuff?"
"The same room you stayed in before," Ridge said.
Harlow walked in. Looked around. "This is going to be weird. Living here again."
"You'll get used to it."
"I better. Because I'm not staying here forever."
Ridge helped her carry her things to the room. I stayed in the living room. Giving them space.
When they came back, Harlow sat down on the couch next to me.
"So," she said. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm okay. Just waiting."
"For th
