His eyes in this picture . . . it’s all right there in his eyes. The rest of the pages in the book are blank. The Polaroid camera is already loaded with film, ready to make more beautiful memories for me.
Bowing my head, I hug the book tightly to my chest. I’ve never received a gift like this, one so full of hope and kindness. One so full of love.
I don’t know how long I sit there like that before my phone chimes with an incoming text. I swipe at my eyes with my fingertips, set the book carefully on the coffee table, and retrieve my phone from my handbag where I left it near the door.
It’s a text from Brody.
Magda asked if you’re coming over here for dinner or if she should bring it over there. What voodoo magic spell have you cast, Slick?? The woman hates everyone but you’ve got her w
