He frames my face with his warm, achingly familiar hands. Hands that used to toss me in the air and catch me when I was small. “That’s why you’re sending two. Mine is going on the wall.”

I grin at him as my eyes fill with tears. He pulls me close for another hug before he releases me to follow my father back to Minnesota, with no idea when or even if I will ever see him again.

“Aerin?”

I turn to Mack, still standing near where I left him. “Yes?”

“Faith and I have to talk. You ...