Page 146 of Trusting You

“I love you,” I say to her.

She pulls the three of us into a hug. “I know. And I’m glad to receive it. You love good, Jameson.”

I snort, shake my head.

“And I love you, too,” she says.

Sophie lets go, and I pack Lily’s diaper bag and grab her car seat from the corner of her nursery. I pass by my painting of Paige, lay two fingers on my lips, then press them to hers.

In minutes, Lily and I are out the door.

Ready to bring Locke home.