Page 14 of Missing Pieces

Ivy knocks on the window. “You want any help unpacking?”

I look in the back at all the shit I have piled in. I know I can handle it on my own, but it could be nice to have girl time.

“I’ll keep you out of that pretty head of yours while you unpack those bad memories.” I don’t know how she read my thoughts, but that was exactly what I was thinking these boxes would do.

“Okay. You’re probably right.”

“Honey, I am always right. You’ll learn. Trace did rather quickly.” I can’t deny the fact that this woman gets her way most of the time.

“I’ll stop at the store and pick up some groceries and meet you there,” I tell her.

Just as she’s about to jump in her truck, she yells, “Don’t forget the wine!”