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The only thing I could think to do was talk to Wally. Surely, Liam had implicated him in something.

My phone beeped with a message.

Did you find it?

Finally, a response.

Not yet, but I will if it’s out there to find.

My hands trembled as I waited for another response.

Hope for Lindsay’s sake that you find it.

19

Lindsay

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!”

I was startled awake as Georgie called my name. I barely had my eyes open before I was tackled by not one, but three little girls.

“It snowed!” Georgie squealed.

Not an emergency. Olivia cuddled up close to me, while Georgie and Cassie sat on their knees.

“Can we go out and play in it?” Cassie asked, clasping her hands together over her heart as if in prayer.

“Oh… I don’t know.”

“Why?” Georgie whined.

“Well, for one, you’re in your pajamas. You don’t even have shoes on.”

“We’ll get dressed.” Georgie was scrambling off the bed, with Cassie following her.

“You need a warm breakfast too.”

“Okay,” they called as they headed out the door.

“What about you, sweetie? Do you want to go in the snow?”

Olivia shrugged. “I want to play on the computer.”

My heart filled. She was so like her namesake, Oliver. I remembered when I’d visit Liam and Oliver was always tapping away on his laptop. I used to tease him that he’d never fall in love if his attention was always on the screen. I guess I’d been wrong, as I’d ended up falling for him. Of course, that happened as he and I grew closer as we tried to help Liam.

“You get dressed and have breakfast. Then we’ll see about some computer time, okay?”

“Okay.” Olivia slid out of bed and trotted out of my bedroom.

For a moment I lay in bed, not wanting to get out from under the warm covers. Delaying starting the day, I reached for my phone, wondering if there was more news from Oliver. I’d been surprised last night to get his text saying he was heading back to California. For a moment, I was hurt that he’d just disappear like that. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t some relief as well. Maybe he’d stay there, and I wouldn’t have to tell him about the girls. My conscience chastised me for that. I had to tell him no matter what. That was clear now. As it was, my stomach was twisted with guilt at not telling him already.

Checking my phone, there was no message from Oliver. With a sigh, I left the warm comfort of the bed and started my day.

After getting dressed, I headed to the kitchen where my father was already making breakfast. Miranda and Grayson were watching the snow fall from the window.

“Grandpa, it snowed!” Georgie bellowed as she hurried to my father.

“Did it?” He looked out the window and I laughed. I loved how playful he was to the girls. I further justified my decision not to tell Oliver about the girls because my dad was a father-figure to them. But now, I realized how much I was denying the girls and Oliver.

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