“Come on, Mimi!” Regan’s little voice snaps me out of the trance as she impatiently pulls on my hand.
“I’m coming, Tink.” I take one last look at the teenagers dressed up as a cowboy and a cowgirl. In Texas, those costumes aren’t really that uncommon, yet the sight of them stopped me in my tracks.
“You okay?” Grace asks, concern etched on her face.
“I’m all right. Thanks, Grace. Just saw something that reminded me of Aiden.”
“Another clue?” she asks eagerly.
“I was thinking about when we went trick-or-treating in our new neighborhood. I dressed up as a cowgirl, and he was a cowboy on a horse.” I smile, thinking back to that night. “It was a great evening.”
“Your memory took place where you lived?”
“Yeah—well, where we ended up buying our first home.”
“Do you remember anything about
