“And separate bedrooms from now on,” she called out through the door. “Then the earmuffs are coming with me.” Aspen grabbed them off the nightstand. There was only silence from the other side of the door. Then, “I’d like to propose shared custody.” “Of my earmuffs?” “You take them today. I’ll take them tomorrow,” Tora announced through the crack. She sighed. “Fine. Can I get up now?” “Yes. Please, go.”
