That got us no reply.
I twisted around in my seat and gave him a look. « No need to push. »
« Yeah, no pressure. »
I told myself not to read too much into it. The first days are strange. First days are all shock and politeness and adrenaline.
Still, when we pulled into the driveway of the old brick house Daniel and I had bought the year before, I felt that nervous flutter all over again.
It was the deeper fear. What if we loved her with our whole hearts and she never feels safe enough to believe us?
The house had belonged to an older man named Walter before us. He had died a few years earlier, and the place had gone through an estate sale and then auction.
We got it for less than expected because it needed work.
It had wide hallways, a first-floor bedroom, and a basement we converted for accessibility.
They both had ramps Daniel and his brother built off the back deck, and a dry, unfinished basement we mostly used for storage.
