We argued about which side should face the window.

He wanted the light behind me for video calls.

I wanted to see the garden.

In the end I chose the garden.

When the room was finished, I stood in the doorway with Willa on my hip.

She was fascinated by the hanging light and kept reaching toward it.

“This used to be Mommy’s bedroom,” I told her.

“Now it’s where I work.”