Three sets of arms held on as if I’d been gone three months instead of two nights.

When I finally looked up, Nathaniel was standing absolutely still.

His eyes moved from one face to the next.

All three girls had the dark gray eyes that ran through the Whitcomb family.

Hazel tilted her head exactly as Nathaniel did when thinking.

“Emily,” he said slowly.

“Who are these children?”

“My daughters.”