Ivy settled down further into the couch with a groan, wrapping her hands around her mug of coffee. She was exhausted. Anyone who'd spent two days talking sense into Iris would be exhausted.
Her sister put the stubborn in McLain.
Huh. Okay, so that didn't make much sense. She sighed and took another sip of her coffee. She obviously needed all the help she could get.
The good news was, after two days of beating on the thick skull that was Iris McLain's head, Ivy and her mom had finally convinced her that it was best to tell Declan the truth. The whole truth. Even the part about how she didn't think she could take care of kids. And the part where medical coding from home was slowly making her blind. Dr. Mor, the local optometrist, had told Iris to either stop coding, or get ready to use a cane and a seeing-eye dog for the rest of her life.
Yeah, all of it.