Chapter 2Wes looked in the rearview mirror of his car and smiled fondly. His four-year-old was fast asleep in her car seat, with their new dog’s head on her lap. Her grip on the mutt’s fur hadn’t loosened ever since she wrapped her fingers around his scruff when Wes had strapped her in.
The dog was asleep, too. His ears twitched every now and then. Only when there was a speed bump in the road when they finally entered their neighborhood, did the grayish black head snap up. It calmed immediately but stayed alert and watched the last bit of scenery.
“We’re almost home,” Wes said to the dog, as if it could understand. “That blue house in there, next to the big oak is ours. I bought it with Lily’s other dad, Geir, about three weeks before Lily was born. A week from that, Geir jumped on a pla
