Caelan's new haircut is beautiful on her. The hairdresser shaved a triangular pattern around her bullet wound and then cut the rest of her hair into a sleek bob just below her ears. I've never seen Caelan with short hair, but she looks gorgeous. As we pull into the parking lot outside the clubhouse, she fidgets with her clothes and runs her fingers through her hair several times.
Seeing the panic taking over her eyes, I unbuckle my seatbelt and turn, reaching over to take her hands and gently pin them in her lap. "Caelan, you look absolutely stunning, and these people are your family. Whether you remember them or not, they are family, and you have nothing to be nervous or self-conscious about."
Taking a deep breath, her eyes meet mine as she nods, her shoulders relaxing just a litt
