Chapter Eight
AIMEE FORCED HERSELF not to pace the playground as they waited for Bonnie to arrive. At least the air was cool and not humid, with a slight breeze rustling the nearby trees. Other children raced around the small playground, playing tag and pirates, and sliding down the slide that at least wasn’t too hot for their bottoms and…
Aimee forced herself to take a deep breath, brushing her blond hair out of her eyes. She had wanted this, to be here with Clint and Abby when Bonnie made her grand reappearance into Abby’s life, so Aimee knew she needed to calm down and see it through.
“Abby, slow down,” Clint called out to the little three-year-old as she rushed around the back of the slide and scampered up the ladder. “And give other children a turn.” He shook his head as he laughed
