chapter 18

Rachel

"I'm home," Taylor called out before the door clicked shut behind her. "Where is everyone?"

I twisted to the side and waved at her from my spot on the carpeted living room floor. Ron sat opposite me, a furrow between his brows and a look of fierce concentration on his face. His fingers moved steadily over the sheets of paper and crayons lined up neatly in front of him.

Taylor set her bag down by the door and kicked off her shoes. "What are you guys doing on the floor?"

"We're coloring, Aunty Tay," Ron responded without looking up. "Do you want to come and color with us?"

Taylor ran a hand over her face and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "I would love to."

Slowly, she lowered herself onto the floor next to us and adjusted the folds of her skirt around her. "How was your day today, buddy?"

"We're learning about numbers at school," Ron responded, pausing to wipe a hand over his face. "I don't like numbers. They're boring."

Taylor patted his head. "I'm sure they'll get more inter