A full night’s sleep does a man good. Crisp clean sheets, an unsupervised hot shower, and overhearing Bertie tuck in her little Miss Cody, I feel complete. Can’t explain it away and end up having more questions than before. I listen to the two of them talk to a picture of Cody’s dad, and am left wondering.
The previous day’s events had drained me, leaving me no energy to stay up late into the night thinking everything through. As soon as my body landed on the mattress, I was out. Woke up to a note from Bertie at my bedside, telling me she ran Cody to school and would be back soon. A bottle of water and my morning pills are right next to it.
I shake my head at Bertie’s thoughtfulness. The woman’s heart is the biggest I’ve ever seen or come across. She’s something else. I down the pills then decide on another hot shower.
When I make it down to the living room, Bertie is perched on the couch with her legs crossed, messy bun scrunched on top of her head while she studies her computer screen. She nibbles on her bottom lip and twists her nose. There’s no denying something or someone is stressing her out.