Lynn leaned against the doorway, watching as her father unpacked what few belongings he owned. Mostly, he had reminders of her. Everything from magazines she’d covered, video interviews, CD’s, and even an extensive collection of her promotional items. She stepped inside the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I still can’t believe you have all of this stuff.”
“I told you I’d been following your career. You didn’t believe me, did you?”
Lynn shrugged. “I don’t know what I believed.” She leaned over, glancing down when he opened up a photo album. “I remember that picture. It’s one of my favorites with Katie.” With a sigh, she looked up at William. “Does it seem strange to you, calling Evelyn, Katie?”
William nodded. “It does. I like the name Katie but…” he released a breath and tur
