PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

Lily says stop being emotional near the oven and come eat cake.

Then another from Lily.

I said reflective, not emotional. Amelia is misquoting me.

Then one from Grace.

We saved you the corner piece.

Savannah laughed.

Full, free, and alone only for the moment.

Not lonely.

She looked once more at the old oven.

“Thank you, Dad,” she whispered.

Then she turned continue reading …