In fact, over the next four weeks, he was gone from Monday through Friday and Sophie’s patience had worn out. That had been the day Michael had come home and surprised her with a trip to Nice. Sophie set the clothes she wanted to bring on the bed as Michael packed their suitcase. “You really think you’re going to need four sweaters for a three-day trip to the south of France where it will be warm?” he asked, holding them up, one eyebrow lifted. “You’re right,” she said. She took one of the sweaters from his hand. “Three should do it.” Michael rolled his eyes and shook his head, but carried on with the packing. “I don’t have any summer dresses to take with me,” she complained. “We’ll buy you some when we’re there. I’m running out of space here, Soph. Not sure six pair of shoes are coming with us.” “Oh,”
