Olivia POV

Hope came with the dawn. Ken was with her, actually, he held her, a little awkwardly, as he waited outside the bedroom door, but seemed as happy as always.

“She couldn’t sleep, too excited,” Ken said.

“Are you sure it was Hope and not you?” I asked, smiling down at him.

“Definitely.”

I knew a lie when I saw one. At least I had learned to, particularly when it came to the Peterson men. They always looked slightly away. Their ...