Hope
I stare at the doorway where Levi walked out. Orsa was right, he’s furious, and I’m not sure he’ll ever forgive me.
I sit there until I hear his breathing even out and I know he’s asleep. Then I grab a blanket and pillow and walk into the nursery. He’s sleeping on the floor in between the cribs. I put the blanket over him, then lay the pillow beside him.
He rolls over in his sleep and pulls the pillow to him, breathing in my scent. I take that as a good sign.
When I walk out, I know I need sleep, I’m exhausted, but I know I won’t get any.
Instead, I walk to the kitchen, put the baby monitor on the counter, and begin pulling out food to make something to eat. I’m glad Levi ate at King Dominic’s. I was very short on provisions. Now, at least, he’ll have something to eat tomorrow.
