After Drew fell asleep, Avri dozed off, half sitting, half laying on the soft comfortable love seat in the family room. Awakened by the sound of tires on gravel, she stepped to the front window in time to see a truck parked in her driveway.
Dillon. It could only be him.
Her hands trembled as she pulled her hair out of her face. Somehow, she needed to calm her heart and get herself under control. She jumped when she heard the knock on the front door. After a quick look up the stairs, she rushed to the door, hoping the sound hadn't disturbed Drew.
She grabbed the doorknob but didn't turn it. Then she heard his voice calling her name, "Avri." The voice she'd yearned to hear call her name for far too many years. The voice she hoped could answer her many questions. The only voice that could
