After a long, hard, trying day that was unfortunately just the latest in period of long, hard, trying months, I sighed wearily just now and said resignedly to Olof, “What are we going to do with Lydia?”
He didn’t miss a beat before replying, sincerely, “We’re going to weather the storm.”
That girl has no idea how lucky either one of us is to have him.
He, alone, makes the whole move to Sweden worthwhile.
I love that man. Out of loyalty to you, I love him almost as much as I do Simon. I’m glad you got what you deserved. Miss you. xoxo