chapter 39

Gannon A FEW WEEKS LATER Our room looks more like a playgroup, and it is driving me insane. Everywhere I step, I am stepping on toys or Legos. Abbie is always quick to clean up any mess, but Tyson is a tornado. I groan as I push the door open, step into the room, and find crap scattered everywhere. I kick off my shoes, leaving them by the door. Abbie looks up at me as I enter before fiddling with the toy in her hand. I have just come off the night shift. Abbie sits on the floor with Tyson in her lap as they play with Legos. Nervously, I move across the room, placing my phone on charge while I debate how to tell Abbie Tyson wouldn’t be sleeping in the room with us anymore. Yesterday the delivery arrived, and I didn’t know how to tell Abbie that her old room had been converted into Tyson’s bedroom. It will start an argument; I know that much, but our room is too small for all these toys, and I am sick of sleeping on the couch because the kid is a helicopter and decides he can spin around