[18] Historic Recurrence

A broad grin spread over Jim’s face at her trembling words. Mine. The bright beautiful little girl, the sweet spirited Zoe, the only daughter of the one woman he loved, she was his daughter too. With a hushed sigh, he wrapped Teri in a tender hug, kissing the top of her head.

For a moment, only the hiccupping sounds of Teri’s relieved sobs surrounded them. Then, outside, Evie began to bark frantically, an instant later yipping in pain.

In a fluffy tan blur, the riled dog dashed up the stairs into the RV and under the table at Teri and Jim’s feet, rounding to continue to growl towards the open door.

“Evie?” Teri glanced at her under the table. “What on earth? Zoe?” But there was no answer to her mother’s call. The fine hairs at the back of her neck rose. “Something’s wrong! Jim—.”

Before he could