CHAPTER 7
The daycare was quieter than normal, with the Cole twins out with strep throat and another child whose family was on vacation in the Lower 48. The comparable calm was a mixed blessing. With the grief of losing her mom sitting at the base of her neck like a thirty-pound backpack, Kimmie was grateful that today’s crowd seemed fairly content to play with only minimal need for supervision. On the other hand, the minutes seemed to drag by as slowly as the Alaskan sunset on the summer solstice.
After breakfast, Pip beelined right back to his toy cars, working himself into an angry panic when he discovered one of his trucks kicked out of place. Kimmie finally managed to calm him, but she had a few new scratches on her arm for her efforts.
As far as fits went, this one was relatively
