SIERRA’S POVThe sleepover.I watched them from the kitchen doorway. Louis was on the floor of the giant living room, surrounded by every pillow and blanket he could find. He was building what he called a “fort,” but it looked more like a pillow avalanche about to happen.Katie was in the middle of it all, giggling, her hair a mess, wearing one of Louis’s old t-shirts like a dress. She was handing him cushions, her little face serious with the importance of the job.“That one goes on the tower, Daddy Louis,” she instructed.*Daddy Louis.*The name had slipped out an hour ago, unprompted. Louis had frozen, a pillow in his hands. His eyes had shot to mine, wide with shock and a hope so vulnerable it broke my heart. I’d given a small nod.Now he wore the title like a crown.“Yes, ma’am,” he said, saluting her. He placed the cushion on top of the wobbly pile.My heart was a tangled mess. This was everything I had feared. The fast attachment. The blurring of lines. Katie was falling for hi
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