He frames my face with his warm, achingly familiar hands. Hands that used to toss me in the air and catch me when I was small. “That’s why you’re sending two. Mine is going on the wall.”
I grin at him as my eyes fill with tears. He pulls me close for another hug before he releases me to follow my father back to Minnesota, with no idea when or even if I will ever see him again.
“Aerin?”
I turn to Mack, still standing near where I left him. “Yes?”
“Faith and I have to talk. You go in with Bennett, okay?”
I glance at Faith, who I find staring at her feet. And then I know what Mack intends on doing. “Mack…”
He offers me a sad smile. “I won’t be long. Maybe you could fry up some bacon?”
“He’ll have me,” Adela says, speaking for the first time as she rises from a lounger, “in case Faith n
