#Chapter 196: A Fresh Hope

Tessa

“What do you think of this couch?”

I pointed at a plush sectional sofa on my laptop screen. It had been two and a half weeks since Gideon’s bombshell about Maisie, and we’d fallen into an unspoken agreement—act normal on the outside, freak out on the inside.

Gideon peered over my shoulder, his coffee mug hovering near his lips. “It’s... big.”

“We have a big family room now,” I said, clicking