Part Seventy-Four

Mason leaned against the doorframe and stared at a sleeping Grace. He’d done the same thing every single night for the past week, since the day Kelley had brought her back and they’d come home. His little girl was home.

He hadn’t slept the first night, too afraid that he’d wake up and realize that everything had been a dream. He didn’t care about biology, Grace was his daughter and now, thanks to Kelley, nobody could ever take her away again.

“Mason …”

Mason turned to find Carey at the end of the hall near the stairs and she motioned for him to join her. He looked back at Grace one more time before following his mother down the stairs and into the living room.

Carey sat on the couch with two cups of coffee on the table and looked expectantly at him. “Sit down.”

“What’s going on, Mom?”

“I want to talk to you about Andrea,” Carey said carefully.

Mason sighed and leaned back against the couch. He’d known this day was coming but he didn’t want to talk about Andrea right now. She was still