In her dreams, she had a family. Her mother and father laughed and smiled while watching the grandchildren playing in the backyard. A small boy would run and climb the ladder to the slide. A young girl sat on the swing, going higher and higher until she finally jumped out, a giggling cannonball, and splashed into a pile of leaves. She would stand and sprint back to the swing to do it again. Sunlight reflected red highlights off her sandy colored curls. The smell of rich Sunday cooking filled the house. Freshly baked ham and an assortment of sides were lined out on the counter. The oven timer rang, and her mother pulled out the pecan pie to let it cool. Lexy would lean against her husband and feel him wrap his arms around her while resting his chin on her head. She could never see his face,
