“Allie snuggled beneath the blankets and scrunched her nose at Misty. The scent of strawberry shampoo and grape bubble bath filled the room. “We’re doing a project in art.” “What kind of project?” “Family trees. Mrs. Barnett said my tree is too small. It has to be bigger, with more branches.” “Oh?” The comment smarted, but Misty covered her displeasure with a half-smile as she selected a picture book from the shelf and slipped onto the bedside. “Who do you have so far?” “You and Grandma.” “We ca...n add Grandpa.” Misty didn’t have any siblings, so aunts and uncles weren’t an option. “Remember the pictures I showed you of him?” “Uh huh. Now he’s in heaven with the angels, right.” “That’s right.” Misty tucked the blankets beneath Allie’s chin and swept a lock of hair, still damp from a bath, from her forehead. “He loved you very much.” “What about my daddy?” The question startled Misty speechless. She could manage nothing more than a slight nod and a pitiful gurgle.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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