Instead a small voice called out, “Aunt Lena!” and Colleen glanced down to the source behind Shane—to one of the little girls who’d jumped out of the pickup truck. Which one? The child peered from behind Shane’s leg. She wore a bright pink tutu, garish and torn in places. Her white T-shirt was adorned with a picture of a princess; Colleen wasn’t sure which one. The little girl’s hair hung in a long braid over her shoulder, a mimic of the princess on the shirt.

Colleen’s blood rushed to her face: was this Rosie or Sadie? Rosie was the name she and Walter had chosen for their firstborn, her aunt’s name. Hallie had taken even that. Did she even know she’d taken it? Had Walter told her? The betrayal, a gong sounding in a canyon, echoed on and on and on.

“Rosie?” Colleen bent, her hands on her knees, to lock gazes with the child. It was like looking into her sister’s eyes.

The girl nodded and grinned before stepping out and placing both her hands on her hips. “I knew it was you. Mommy showed me pictures.”

“She did?” Her niece was the cutest girl she’d ever seen, in many ways a replica of Hallie at the same age but more brazen. Hallie had been shy, reticent, always waiting for Lena to make the first move.

“Yes, and she tells us stories all the time. I know everything about you.”

Hallie told stories about Colleen? To her children? This took a minute to absorb, and all the while the little girl stared at Colleen until she spoke, patient in her waiting. “I doubt that,” Colleen said with a laugh. “Now, who is that princess?” Colleen braved a touch to Rosie’s shirtsleeve.

“You don’t know who Anna is?” Rosie’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened.

“Seems there’s lots of new princesses lately. I get confused.”

Rosie’s smile was Walter’s, lifting high onto each cheek, leaving Colleen shaken as if a tiny tremor passed under the floor of the pub. She turned to Shane for help.

“Anna is the princess sister in Frozen,” he said, as serious as if he were explaining the difference between distilling and fermenting whiskey.

“Ah, yes.” Colleen looked at Rosie again. “I didn’t know her name.”

“You haven’t seen Frozen?” Rosie asked, as incredulous as a seven-year-old could possibly be.

“Nope. How about we watch it together?” Colleen suggested.

Rosie gazed at Colleen, tilted her head. “Why don’t you ever come visit us? Mom says you never come home. I want to catch shrimp with you. Mom says you’re better at it than she is.”

“Rosie,” Shane said. “Go find Sadie before she gets into trouble.”