Claire sat completely still.
“This little girl already lost one mother. She should never feel as though she is losing another family simply because her father remarried.”
I paused.
“She is in the photographs today. I made sure of that. And I hope she is in every photograph that comes afterward.”
“Every Christmas.”
“Every birthday.”
“Every ordinary Tuesday.”
“Right in the center, where she belongs.”
I turned toward Emmett.
