Monday morning, 3 a.m.
“Jill,” Jacob whispered.
Jill rolled onto her side. She kissed his face.
“She’s asleep in her crib, remember? Mike brought it from the apartment,” Jill said. “Why?”
“I think I need some convincing.”
The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1, continues tomorrow…
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