Dax
I have been more nervous since returning to Riverbend than I have been in years. Officially meeting Molly at the Tastee Freeze was nerve-racking. Coming face-to-face with Kandace's parents, who have spent the last five years helping raise my daughter, is right up there on the nerves scale.
As I pull into the driveway near the garages, I look over at the Sheers home. Seeing the big farmhouse, wraparound porch, and beyond, the green lawns and fields ready for harvest, I recall the view from my Chicago apartment. I pay a lot of money to see above rooftops and out onto Lake Michigan. And still, that isn't a place I want to raise my daughter.
I see the beauty of the life Kandace has always loved.
Maybe part of Kandace's affection is for the people I'm about to face. The Sheerses have
