One Year Later
Abby
The autumn air smelled of pine, a scent that had become as much a part of home to me as the man inside putting our daughters to bed. Nick stepped back onto the porch with two Old Fashioned's in his hand. The twins were finally asleep. I sat curled up on the porch swing, a sof……
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