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LYNNE
“Are you sure about this, Lynne?” Tim asked.
I shoved my hands down into the pockets of my jeans. I wasn't sure about anything. “I can’t live here. I thought I could, but I can’t. I've decided to go back to New Zealand.”
Tim, Isabella and I were in the front yard. The remnants of Kiwi’s second birthday party were everywhere, and all the kids still wore party hats. Multicolored balloons were tied to the white picket fence. In the house, my mother and sisters were cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. My father and brothers-in-law had retreated to the church under the pretense of doing urgent work in the sanctuary. They'd do anything to get away from the wild bunch in the front yard.
Kiwi ran up the steps to the wraparound front porch and climbed into the porch swing. Two of th
