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Davidson chuckles.

“I hope the partnership helps improve your numbers again. I’m simply embarrassed by Eva’s actions. She’s better than smearing someone for a silly reason.”

“I’m short of words, sir.”

He smiles. “Don’t be. You’ve earned it. I also didn’t realize you were such a compassionate gentleman willing to shoulder a bill to save someone else’s business. That’s rather noble. There aren’t many people like that these days.”

I stand.

“I think I’ve taken so much of your time already. I’ll be on my way. Thank you once again for your kind consideration.”

He stretches his hands for a handshake, and I take it. My heart is nearly bursting with excitement.

I walk out of his office, and warm air envelopes me immediately. His office was so freaking cold I can’t even feel my fingers anymore.

I rub my palms vigorously and make my way downstairs, humming Pharrell William’sHappy. It’s the only way to describe what’s going on in my head right now.

Chapter 25

Fiona

“Ithinkyoushouldtake a break, Fiona. Mom and I will take it up from here,” Dad calls out.

“Don’t worry, Dad. I can handle a couple more.”

The house is almost empty as we put all our stuff in a box. Dad was able to get a buyer for the apartment in less than two weeks, and we put up some of the home items for sale. I don’t quite remember what Tennessee looks like. We went there all the time to see grams, but as I grew up, we went less and less. Grams came over here every year instead. I haven’t seen her this year, though. I guess I’m going to tomorrow because we’re leaving LA first thing in the morning. As the thought of leaving tomorrow gets clearer in my head, dread washes over me.

I look around my room, now only covered in a pile of boxes of different sizes. Placing my hands on my waist, I take in a breath.

Mom knocks and peeks through the door.

“All done?”

“Yup. Now I need food.”

She chuckles and walks into the room, looking around.

“Are you anxious about moving?”

“I am. Are you?”

She bites her lip. “I’ve been so anxious for months. I don’t even know what it feels like to be normal anymore.”

I stretch my hand and place it over her shoulders.

“We’ll be good, Mom. Okay?”

She raises her eyebrows. “Hard to believe if you ask me.”

I know. It really is hard to believe that we’ll bounce back from this one. Not with an extra human joining us. A tiny kick on my tummy makes me gasp.

“It kicked again?” Mom turns.

I nod. Did it read my thoughts?

The doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it!” Dad says, his footsteps slapping the floor.

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