New Life
Shelly POV
When I got home, I found Shaina sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by crayons and a half-finished drawing.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I said, setting my purse down. “What are you working on?”
“It’s us,” she said, holding up the paper.
I knelt beside her to get a better look. The drawing showed the two of us holding hands under a bright yellow sun. Beside us was another figure—taller, with dark hair.
“Who’s that?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat.
“That’s Spencer,” she said matter-of-factly. “He’s nice. I think he should be our friend.”