“I’m sorry, do we—was it the landlord who told you about me?” Her eyes widen like she’s just remembered something very important. “Oh! I skipped right over that part, didn’t I? Look at me, walking up here like we’re already friends when I’m nothing but a stranger to you.” “No, I’m so happy to meet you. Just a little confused.” Ruth smiles. “We have friends in common. My nephew, Malik, he’s the manager of the Appies hockey team. He told me one of his players had a friend moving in who might be looking for a little bit of help with the baby.” My heart speeds the slightest bit at the thought.
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