"Uncle just went to pick up Grandpa,” Ivy said, glancing at the man beside her father. He looked oddly familiar, and she tried to place where she’d seen him before.

“Do you remember him, baby?” Franklin asked.

Ivy stepped closer, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Is that... Uncle Jacob?”

Mr. Jacob smiled warmly. “Yes, honey. The last time I saw you, you were fifteen. It’s been five years.”

Ivy nodded, returning his smile. “How are you, Uncle?”

“I’m doing well. And ...