Chapter 12
“Foster or significant other?”
It had become the official first question of everybody Emerson met at the reunion—and there were dozens of people here, way more than the inn itself could house. She’d long since lost track of all the people she’d met and the stories she’d heard, but she’d fallen into a rhythm.
“Significant other.” She pointed across the yard to where Caleb had been pulled into conversation with Wyatt Sullivan. “Foster.”
The blonde brightened. “Oh! You’re Caleb’s. Nice to meet you. I’m Abbey Whittaker. Neither foster nor significant other, but long-time friend of the family.”
Emerson looked around at all the families, young and older. “There are so many. I had no idea. I kinda feel like we should have nametags with dates on them for the ones who were Joan’s.”
