Chapter 5
Tristan hooked his bike on the fence and looked down at Candid and Constance. The girls were drawing unicorns on the sidewalk with pastel colored chalks and hadn’t seen him ride up their quiet street. “Howdy, girls,” he greeted them with a smile. “What are those funny looking horses you’re drawing?”
At the sight of him, they both jumped to their feet and threw their arms around his waist, nearly toppling him. “Uncle Tristan!” Candid screamed, squeezing him over her older sister’s chubby arms. “How come you’re here?”
“What do mean, how come?” He ruffled their black hair and laughed. “I missed you, that’s how come.” He bent to Candid’s face, looking into those dark eyes that always reminded him of himself. She looked more and more like him every day, while Constance had Rachel’s
