Vivian

“Vivian, my dear, how are you?” My father came out to greet Grace and me as we came up the brick walk.

He suffocated me in a massive, burly hug.

“I’m fine, Dad,” I gasped out as I tried to refill my lungs.

He patted my back heartily and then turned his attention to Grace. “And who might this be?”

“Dad, this is Grace Riker. Finn’s sister. Grace, this is-”

“Jackson Summers.” Grace grabbed his hand and shook it. ...