Chapter 33
Reid
Four Months Later…
Jessie ran from the breakfast table to the bathroom for the third morning in a row, her robe flapping behind her. I glanced down at Cassie who had climbed onto my lap a few seconds earlier after deciding she didn’t want any more of her breakfast. “Mommy’s not feeling good again,” I told my little munchkin.
Her blonde eyebrows furrowed as she turned toward where her mother had escaped the scent of toast and coffee. “Canny?”
“Candy?”
She nodded, her eyes wide with concern, probably remembering how she’d eaten too many Skittles on Halloween. We’d been with my family in Malden that cold night, all the grandkids like a pack of banshees running from house to house while the parents, me, Mom, and Dad had tagged along behind, taking countless pictures and m
