Nothing had been solved. There wasn’t enough furniture or paint in the world to cure the pain Rob and Jessica had carved into our souls. But there was something to be said about having space to breathe. Something promising in the fresh start of it all. Something that simply moving Rob’s things out hadn’t done. We were making it ours, and despite how scary it was to let go and have faith again, with Eason and our small family happy, I was happy too.
