CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO: ALMOSTNOVA / ELIZABETH POV

"Dad! Dad, look what I found!"

I looked up from my laptop to see Phoenix running toward Sam with a rock clutched in his chubby five-year-old hand. My heart did that painful twist it always did when the boys called him that.

Dad.

Sam looked up from the fence he was fixing in Mrs. Albert’s backyard — one of his many handyman jobs around town—and grinned. "What've you got there, buddy?"

"It's shiny! Like treasure!" Phoenix held up ...