John had tried to come onto me the night before as a first step on the road of recovering our marriage, but I faked a headache and climbed into bed early. Part of me thought I should fill Cole in on John’s news. I’d wanted to text him the night before to tell him that Kaylee was out of the hospital and Kevin was awake, but John had gotten in bed right after I did. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that the first person I wanted to share good news with was Cole. I noticed Cole’s car in the parking lot—the car he’d shoved me up against in the hospital parking garage. I couldn’t help my small smile as I thought about his words from that day. I arrived at my desk a few minutes early. Cole’s door was only pushed halfway closed, and I could hear him talking on the phone. I couldn’t make out the words, but just the timber of his voice warmed me. I couldn’t wait to see him. I walked over to his door, my heart rate picking up speed the closer I got to his door.
