Ten years later.Hope Kane stood in front of the mirror in her room, wearing her soccer uniform. She was twelve now. Long auburn hair like her mother, which she refused to cut no matter how many times it got in her face during games. Gray eyes like her father that could look right through you when she was mad. Fierce and fearless and brilliant in that way that made Lisa proud and terrified in equal measure."Mom!" she yelled from upstairs. "I can't find my cleats!"Lisa was in the kitchen making sandwiches for after the game. PB&J for the twins. Turkey for Hope because she'd decided last week she was "too old for kid food" now. "Check the garage!" Lisa called back. "By the bikes!"Hope thundered down the stairs. Stomping through the house like a tiny tornado. The pictures on the wall rattled. One of them—their wedding photo, the real one—tilted sideways.Jackson came up behind Lisa and wrapped his arms around her waist. Rested his chin on her shoulder. He smelled like coffee and that
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