River’s POVAunt Lydia took one last deep breath, smoothed her dress over her hips, and walked toward the door like it was a ledge. I stayed in the kitchen, half-draped in a dish towel, half-nervous for her.This was big.She hadn’t dated in years. Not since Uncle John. Not since everything changed.I peeked from around the corner, not fully spying—but not not spying either. She opened the door, and there he was.Craig.He looked just like someone named Craig should look—tall, slightly balding, with warm eyes and a dimple that appeared when he smiled. He held a bottle of wine like a peace offering, and a small bouquet of flowers that looked a little too perfect to be random. Definitely store-bought. But still sweet.“Hi,” she said, her voice a little too high.“Hi,” he said back, grinning. “You look beautiful.”I saw Aunt Lydia’s shoulders drop a little, and that was how I knew she liked the compliment.She stepped aside. “Come in.”Craig walked in, careful with his shoes. “Wow. It sm
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