Sadie
First step . . . I need to sell my house.
Emma
Grant’s mom is a realtor.
I quirk a brow. I wonder how much she knows about me and Grant.
Sadie
Great. I’ll message her.
Emma
So you’re really doing this?
Sadie
Both feet in.
Sophie
Emma
And Milo?
Sadie
He’s rooting for me.
And I know what he meant by those words as the warmth of them spreads through me all over again, remembering the kiss he pressed to my skin.
Milo Carter doesn’t just want me. He wants the life I’m brave enough to live.
Sophie
I’m rooting for you, too.
Emma
Same.
I lean back against the counter, the phone still in my hand, and smile. My eyes drift back to the list.
The list was never the point.
The list was just the beginning.
Outside, the late-afternoon sun pours through the window, warm and unapologetic. I step closer, letting itlinger on my skin, reminding me that I don’t have to decide everything today. I just have to take the next step.
I find Darlene Williams’s number and send her a text.
Sadie
Hey, Darlene. It’s Sadie Summers. I’d like to sell my house and was wondering if you’d help me?
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