Haley
The days passed slow at first.
Understandably the girls missed their dad the first week, so we all slept in Liam’s bed, and I gave them one day where they got to be sad and not go to school.
I decided we needed a little pampering, so I took them back to the spa up on the mountain and let them throw more coins into the fountain.
This time all their wishes were about bringing their dad back.
Colson and Nora came over often, and I was always taking the girls over there.
It helped.
But we missed him.
I used my phone for the girls to FaceTime him, but the girls kept fighting over it. The next night they each had their own tablet after I did a run to the local Target twelve miles away.
Liam saved ten minutes at the end of each call to talk to me.
We spoke about the girls, how they were doing, how school was going.
His face was bruised and usually being held together someplace with medical tape in every call.
I only asked if he was being safe and taking care of himself.
He always assured me he was, but I still worried.
Then he’d tell me he missed me, and I would cry, explaining how much I missed him in return.
By the end of week one, I felt like we could get through the other nine.
I was a fool.