Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

"Okay, thank you for your hard work," Nyla replied.

"It's no trouble at all. I'll get back to cleaning now," the cleaning lady replied.

Nyla nodded. "Sure."

The cleaning lady quickly returned to the kitchen, and soon the sounds of clattering came from inside.

Nyla helped Harrison sit down on the sofa. He looked around the living room with a sense of nostalgia.

His eyes landed on the lines on the wall that marked Nyla's height, and he couldn't help but smile. "Nyla, go stand by that height chart. I want to see how tall you are now." Following his gaze, Nyla smiled and walked over to the entrance, leaning against the wall.

The highest mark barely reached her waist, and Harrison sighed softly. "I remember the last height mark was made by your mother."

Nyla nodded, a hint of sadness crossing her face. Not long after that line had been recorded, her parents had divorced.

been on her way

no longer marked on the wall. When the company finally stabilized, he moved them to a

back, Nyla thought Harrison had probably been trying to avoid thinking about her mother, burying

away seemed to be an effort to

atmosphere, Damon spoke up.

about what her

and pointed to the room

cat on the door. The cat's ears and paws

approached the door, took a deep breath,

sleep on restless nights, guiding her hand gently as

Nyla stepped into

in, glancing around the small

simple-a solid wooden table, a wooden stool, a

an old patterned bedspread and quilt, neatly folded with a small pillow.on top. It was clear someone had been keeping the room