“We can do it after the school year. I’ll be as ready as I can, Ben.”
Olive looked between us.
“I’ll be as ready as I can, Ben.”
“We’re moving?”
I sat beside her.
“We’re considering a new place because Dad’s job can give us more time together. But your school year comes first, and we’re going to plan it as a family.”
She thought about that.
“Can I still play soccer at the new school?”
“We’re moving?”
“Yes.”
“Can my room be green?”
Ben glanced at me.
“That’s between you and the paint aisle, honey.”
She grinned and went back to watch cartoons.
Ben waited until she left the room.
“Can my room be green?”
“You’re sure, Chels?”
“Yes. Because this is my decision now too.”
He nodded.
“Then we do it together.”
***
Months later, I was answering an email in our new kitchen when Ben came home before sunset.
Olive was doing homework at the table.
“You’re sure, Chels?”
