After our heated shower together, Macy sat quietly while I dried her hair with a towel after our shower.

“How come you’re so good at this?” Macy asked, breaking the silence.

“Good at what?”

“Good at drying a woman’s hair.”

I smiled at her question, finding it amusing. “I used to help Mom with her hair,” I explained.

She nodded at my words. Once her hair was dry, we both got dressed.

“I’ve thought about what you said earlier, and I’ve decided to let you go back to work for a few days,” I said.

Macy screamed with joy, running into my arms and hugging me tightly. I wrapped my...