Over the next few days, Bella and Masie bond.

Us?

Not so much.

We chit-chat, bullshit conversation that has fuck-all to do with anything. Fine gets thrown around a lot when I ask how therapy is going, and okay is the patented answer for anything deeper than the weather.

I'm trying to be patient.

Kind.

But it's fucking killing me.

There's no greater joy than watching her with our daughter, but the flip side with me is a gut punch.

I want to move forward.

Ask her if she's coming home with us.

But I'm afraid to know the answer.


Someone asked for more... do you regret it?

One a day for now.

See ya tmr :)