She excitedly opened the door. “Happy Halloween, Kellan. Is this your daughter?” Then, she laughed at my costume: a giant, round pumpkin with my age tattooed on my you-know-where.
Emma pointed to my rear and giggled. “It's his birthday too.” A black cat curled around Hope's feet, purring and meowing at my daughter.
“That's our kitty, Dustball. He's always sneaking into things, coming out with tons of dust.”
“That's because you're too busy working to ever lift a finger to clean your house, Hope, my child,” Raelynn replied and introduced herself to Emma. Raelynn offered to bring Emma inside the house for a glass of cider, allowing Hope and me a few minutes to speak alone.
“I'll see my father today,” Hope replied, a tear rolling down her cheek. She explained that Damien had contacted her
