“Do not let her leave.”

finally complete. Cormac assembled the crib over the Persian rug. Sawyer spent a Saturday painting a delicate, fluffy cloud on the wall above the changing table. Callie brought over casseroles.

I stood in the center of the room, arranging a silver photo frame on the windowsill. It held a collage of seven faces: Sawyer laughing, Aunt Marian in her vibrant continue reading …