Chapter 24
ShannonI tugged on the hem of my sweater. It didn’t exactly fit. I was heavier than I’d been in my twenties. Jeff staring at the top. Bingo. He remembered.
I’d finally gotten around to unpacking some of the boxes Kid had brought from Mineola. Going through my winter clothes, I found the sweater buried at the bottom and tried it on. It fit well enough, even though it was a little tight. That might even be a positive.
“I like the snowflakes on your sweater,” Olivia said. Double bingo.
“Thanks. I haven’t worn it in a while.” I glanced at Jeff. His eyes narrowed. “With this weather, I’m having to dig deep in my closet.”
“Let’s sit at the kitchen table,” Jeff proposed.
I followed the three of them into the kitchen. On the table, he’d laid out some photo albums. I swallowed. Tha
