Chapters (62)
- Cover
- Half Title Page
- Books by Katie Powner
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
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- FIVE
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- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
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- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
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- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
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- FIFTY
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- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
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It was weird, knowing he was here. Staying in their house. Dad’s half brother. It might take a while to get used to that. Would she get to meet her cousins? Were his adoptive parents nice?
With another groan, she slowly rose to her feet and splashed water on her face. She didn’t want everyone waiting on her. Back in the bedroom, she found Jeremy sitting on the bed, dressed and ready.
He watched her search for an outfit in the closet. “Pretty crazy weekend, huh?”
“Very crazy.”
They hadn’t talked much about it last night. By the time they’d gotten home and gotten Uncle Ken settled, Bea had been ready to fall straight to sleep. She hadn’t known what to say, anyway. It was a lot to process.
“Ken seems nice.”
“I like him.” Bea settled on her loosest pair of Wranglers and a sunset-orange sweater. “But I still can’t believe it.”
“That must’ve been hard for your grandma. Giving him up like that. What a burden to carry.”
Bea touched her stomach again as she buttoned her pants. A burden to carry. Was that how she’d been viewing the child inside her? She thought about how devastating it had been for Grandma to lose her baby. How much he had been a part of her, even after he was gone, and how alone she’d been. Carrying such a tragic secret for so long was a burden. A heavy burden. But carrying a child . . .
She pulled the sweater over her head and ran her fingers through her tangled hair. Sure, maybe she’d have to cut it when her baby was born. Yes, maybe everything would change like Amber had said. But she was going to be a mother, and she was not alone.
Jeremy gave her a lazy smile and nodded toward the door. “Ready?”
She smiled back, believing for the first time that maybe she was.
They rode out to his parents’ house all together this time. Bea and Jeremy kept to themselves in the back of the truck, but Mitch kept glancing over at the passenger seat, reminding himself that man over there was his brother. Only half, technically, but more brother than he’d ever had.
Ken watched the world go by through the window. “It’s beautiful out here.”
“I’m partial to it myself.”
“I saw pictures in your house of you with a dark-haired woman.”
Mitch’s forehead wrinkled. “Caroline.”
“What happened?”
“Cancer. Two years ago.”
Ken tore his gaze from the scenery and looked at him. “I’m sorry.”