“How areyoudoing, Pres?”
I don’t know why, but the question, even though my dad just asked me twenty minutes ago, makes me want to cry.
Maybe it’s because most people want to know about Saint and the kids. I’m the one usually answering for them.
“I’m okay,” I say.
Alie gives me a soft smile.
“I am,” I insist.
“Okay … ”
I hate that my sister knows me as well as she does. At least right now I do, anyway.
“Fine, I’m tired.”
“Understandably so.”
I tilt my head back and close my eyes. “And sometimes I feel like I’m living three lives at once.”
“That seems accurate.”
I laugh softly.
She shifts in her chair and picks up a pen, tapping it against her desk.
“What’s going on with the foundation?” she asks.
That question sends a small spark through me. Not an anxious spark, more like excited.
“I’ve had a few short meetings with the attorneys so far and have scheduled a meeting with them for next week,” I say. “I want to start the process of accessing the funds. Also, I want to have a clear understanding of the one-year part of the marriage clause.”
Alie’s face lights up. “Pres.”
“I know.”
“That’s going to be amazing for you.”
With everything going on, I sort of forgot about it until we were talking to some parents at Remy’s last game, and they were talking about hockey camps. I scheduled the meeting for the next day.
“It is pretty amazing, isn’t it? I can’t wait to start planning—maybe not the construction part of it, but the athletics.”
I glance down at my ring.
The foundation wasn’t the primary reason I married Saint, but because of it, my own dreams are becoming a reality.
I look up and see Alie watching me.
“Does that feel weird?” she asks.
“What?” I ask like I don’t know.
“That the marriage helps with the trust too?”
I answer honestly. “Maybe a little, but not in a bad way, if that makes sense.”
“No?”
