One More Try
From the kitchen, Evan Alexander could hear girlish laughter over the noise of the television in the living room. “Daddy, look!” his daughter cried, laughing again.
“Daddy’s in here, sweetheart,” Evan called out.
He looked up from the pot of spaghetti he was stirring on the stove as she ran into the kitchen, a large piece of the morning newspaper in her hands. Her thick blonde hair was pulled into twin ponytails on either side of her face, and her eyes sparkled like champagne when she laughed.
Evan smiled down at her—five years old and she’d already stolen his heart. He didn’t want to remember much of his life before she came along. “What do you have there, Kasey?”
“I drew you a picture.”
The newspaper was twice her size—it wrapped around her small body as Kasey tried to
