Chapter 76

• Stacey's POV:
• Time has a strange way of moving when you’re not in a rush and your days are both full and quiet. With two kids, you’d think time would drag me around like a rag doll, but it didn’t. Sometimes, it stretched thin, like it was teasing me, daring me to see how much I could do before it snapped. Other times, I’d blink, and an entire week would be gone, swallowed up in feedings, laundry, playtime, and the low hum of the city outside.
• France had been like that for me, a blur stitched together by mornings scented with coffee and baby powder, afternoons tangled in crayons and lullabies, and evenings where I’d watch the sun melt into the rooftops of Lyon, some older than the history books I’d once read.