Chapter 4
“Bradshaw.” Hearing her brother’s deep voice gave Jessie comfort. James had taken on the role of head of the family after their mother’s death. He’d played dad to them all, especially Jessie, who was the youngest. Growing up, James had never missed one of her plays, PTA meetings, science fairs, book fairs, or any of the other myriad of seemingly important events in a young child’s life.
“James...it’s me.”
“Hey ‘me.’ I could have sworn I told you to call me when you got in?”
“I know and I’m sorry. I was so tired when I arrived, I fell asleep as soon as I stepped inside the house.”
“Yeah, I figured. Fortunately, the Andrews brothers were watching the place, so I knew you arrived safe and sound.”
“Andrews? That name sounds vaguely familiar.”
“Remember Thomas and Corinne
