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Lisa
36 days since finding grace
Lisa was sitting on Emery’s couch reading a book about scrapbooking. Or at least looking at the pictures. She doubted she could make something even half as amazing as the pictures in the book, and they weren’t exactly her goal. She didn’t want to make a scrapbook of some idealized version of Miles’s life, which seemed to be what most scrapbooks were. But maybe she could balance it so when he looked back he’d know how hard he’d worked to get where he was.
She wasn’t at all sure she could do that with a scrapbook, but she could definitely try.
One of the sample pages toward the back of the book had a photo of a young girl with light brown hair, holding what looked like an Easter basket. But her eyes, her eyes stared right into the lens of the camera,
