Chapter 97: How it was

　　After we made breakfast, we ate, and while Oliver rearranged the table, I helped with the dishes. He finished with the table and came to the kitchen to give me a hand. The dishes weren't much, and I told him I'd do them, but he insisted. I confessed I hadn't done the dishes in years, and he told me it was all the more reason not to touch them.

　　I made faces at him, and he kissed it off.

　　I sat on my favourite couch, which was close to the window, and read through Happy Place by Emily Henry. The book was on my to-read list while we lived here. Oliver had gotten me a collection when he noticed I loved the author's work. I couldn't take them when I was leaving, because though they belonged to me, he bought them. I was picking up where I left off.