My worry grows the closer we get to seven. Of course, Hamilton doesn’t stress at all. I remind him that I’m the one that kept the secret and told lies to cover it. He was innocent in it all.

As the caravan of four trucks stir up dust on the gravel lane, I nearly experience a panic attack. Memphis distracts Liberty in the house until we are ready for her to make her big appearance outside. On the porch, watching them park, Hamilton kisses me. It starts sweetly and quickly heats. ...