“Me and you, us never part…” Momma Miller cackled, same as always. She reluctantly returned Zoe to me. “This one here is a sweetheart. You can bring her over any time.” “Thank you.” “She got your Momma’s nose, too,” Peaches’ mother noted. “Wouldn’t be surprised if she grows up to be her spittin’ image. Beautiful woman.” “I appreciate it,” I struggled to reply. Holidays and birthdays without Momma were the hardest. Stelson bundled up Seth as we headed out the door wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. He seemed pleasant enough. I’d learned to watch his jawline for a hint of his pain level. The headaches must have given him a reprieve. However, I watched his jaw clench when we turned into the dusk sun for our ride home. He stopped the car while he searched the center console for the pair of shades which—uh oh!—I had removed from the car when I took it to be washed the previous Monday. “Who moved my shades?” “I did. I’m so sorry, honey. I meant to put them back—”
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