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It was hard, Kendall thought.

She didn’t want to see a father and daughter curled up on the sofa, reading books and playing board games. She didn’t want to bond over a roaring fire or hot soup or cuddle up against the storm. She didn’t want to remember. Kendall tipped her head back and let the rain fall on her face. She didn’t want to forget. She wanted to just stay here, in this spot, and let the rain and wind take her away.

“Kendall.” Hunter’s hold eased. He stepped back, offered his hand instead. “Please.”

Kendall looked over her shoulder to where Phoebe stood in the window, her tiny nose pressed against the glass in between splayed hands. Kendall couldn’t do this. She couldn’t spend endless hours looking at a little girl who reminded her so much of the daughter she’d lost. She couldn’t...

She took a deep, shuddering breath, looked down at Hunter’s hand.

And placed her trembling one in his.