{Ronan’s POV}

By the time the paint buckets, brushes and rollers were taken out and the furniture was shifted, the room looked like it had always belonged to Heri. She sat on the bed, swinging her legs and hugging the quilt Lisa had chosen. I should have been relieved that we had finally settled her in, but when Lisa announced she was going to stay with Heri tonight, I caught myself staring at the doorway to our own room down the hall. We had yet to step into it, yet to claim it together, yet to make it ours. Instead, my wife smiled as though the decision was final, and...