“It exceeds them.”
He shook his head, grinning behind his coffee mug before taking a sip.
“So,” he said after a moment, tone turning more serious, “I was thinking we should probably go get you a new phone after breakfast. And pick up some other things from the store.”
His gaze moved over me again, more thoughtfully this time. “I didn’t even think about hygiene stuff or makeup when we ordered clothes last night.” He pointed toward a stack of bags on the counter. “Your clothes arrived, by the way.”
“Thank you,” I said. “And yeah… I guess I need everything. I might have used Charlotte’s hairbrush last night and this morning. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not,” he said easily. “And since you do her hair most days, you can be pretty confident that she didn’t pass on any lice, too.”
“That’s so comforting.” I laughed, the tension easing in my shoulders.
“We can also swing by your bank,” he continued. “See about getting you a new debit card. Which one do you use?”
“State Bank on South Main.”
He checked his watch. “If we leave in the next thirty minutes, we might catch them before they close for lunch.”
“Are you really okay using your day off helping me with all of this?” I asked, feeling guilty. “This was supposed to be your kid-free weekend.”
“It’s fine,” he said, brushing it off. “I didn’t have anything planned for today. And I’m guessing your keys didn’t survive.”
“Nope.” My stomach dropped at the reminder.
“So we’ll need to deal with that, too.”
“Yay for losing literally everything,” I muttered.
He gave me a sympathetic look.
“Did you call Lucy?” I asked suddenly. “I didn’t want her to just drive over and think I’d died in the fire.”
“I scheduled a text last night,” he said. “So she wouldn’t panic if she tried to head home.”
Relief washed through me. “Thank you. I was worried she’d freak out.”
“She did freak out,” he admitted with a small grin. “Called me at eight thirty.”
“Oh no. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I managed to fall back asleep after.”
I took another bite of my burrito, then hesitated. “Do you think the bank will give me a debit card without my ID?”
He considered that. “I’m not sure.”
I let out a humorless laugh. “Turns out a house fire can really complicate everything.”
After breakfast, I changed into one of the new outfits from the bags on the counter, silently grateful that years ofonline shopping had trained me to know my sizes almost exactly.
We called the bank before heading over.
As it turned out, I did need a photo ID to have them print a new debit card.
So instead of wasting time at the bank, I logged into my account on Theo’s laptop, reported the card stolen, and ordered a replacement to be mailed out.
I just had to wait three to five business days.