Easter fell on a Sunday in mid-April. Kylee was nearly eleven months old.
Dorothy dressed her in the pink dress Patricia had bought—smocked fabric with little white bunnies embroidered across the chest. Kylee kept trying to pull it off, fussing as Dorothy wrestled her into white tights.
“I know, sweetie. Almost done.” Dorothy finally got the tights on and slipped tiny white shoes onto Kylee’s feet. “There. You look beautiful.”
Kylee immediately tried to pull off the shoes.
Dorothy looked at herself in the mirror. She’d lost weight over the past few months. Stress had a way of killing appetite. Dark circles under her eyes despite the concealer. She looked tired. Haunted.
“You ready?” Jake appeared in the doorway, wearing khakis and a button-down shirt.
“Almost.”
Jake picked up Kylee,
