51Back home, I changed clothes. Headed into my office. Booted up the PC.
I filled the screen with a photo I’d taken two years ago.
Dressed in matching Kelly-green shirts, Woody and May beamed at me.
Woody’s smile had a dazed lovestruck aura. A head taller than May, his flame-red topknot tilted toward her glossy black hair.
May’s long loose locks framed her expressive, high-cheekboned face.
Crouching in front, Vicky blocked their lower bodies. She wore a loose red-and-black tunic over black leggings. Held drumsticks in her slender fingers.
Seconds after I took the shot, Vicky executed a stunning drum roll. Alerting a roomful of party guests that the engagement announcement was coming.
Three great kids.
Only the oldest was out of bed this early.
I like to look at Woody’s face when I
