Chapter Twenty-Three
Lucas
That evening I sat on the couch, watching Rylie carefully assemble a puzzle. Her dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail held in place with a bright pink elastic. She was a combination of feminine and tomboy and had been ever since she had a preference. Pink was her absolute favorite color, and she loved overalls and trucks. Today, she was wearing a modified pair of overalls cut into shorts with a tank top underneath. They hung loosely over her thin frame. It didn’t seem to matter how much she ate, she stayed skinny. I’d even asked her doctor about it at her checkup last month, but she had assured me Rylie was just fine.
“Daddy, this one?” she asked, holding up a piece.
I leaned forward, eyeing the puzzle. The piece she held was white with a dash of red. Jade s
