Her mother’s eyes followed Kai for a moment longer as a knowing smile played on her lips. Then, as the laughter from the children drifted over the garden again, her voice softened, mellowing with nostalgia.
“You know,” she murmured, “seeing little Callie like that… it reminds me so much of when you were her age.”
Abigail blinked, caught off guard. “Me?”
Her mother nodded, her gaze distant now, as though she were looking through time. “Mm-hmm. Same curious eyes. Same quiet smile that made everyone around her melt...even your father, though he tried very hard to pretend he wasn’t affected.”
That earned a chuckle from Abigail.
“He always does.”
Mrs. Curtis smiled knowingly. “Oh, you have no idea. When we brought you home, he didn’t even want to hold you at first. Said he was afraid you
