Taky is now staring at me. "What did I do to deserve these children?"
His relaxed expression reminds me of Dad when he's in a good mood. I close my eyes, recalling how his face would light up whenever he was proud of me, which was frequently. What did I do to deserve you as a daughter?
Jane hooks her arm around mine as we get out of the car and take our time strolling through the front garden. I scan the Spanish-style balconies overhanging the top floor, where several people are grinding to music. Water shoots from fountains on either side of the lawn, and sculpted rose bushes coiled in fairy lights line the walkway.
As we walk, Olly wraps his arm around my shoulders. It's kind of nice. It's how I imagine a brother would support you if you were nervous. "Make certain you stick with J
