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Libby and Jess had agreed to let the trauma of the E.R. and the sugar rush of Halloween recede before talking to Morgan about her parents. A week after trick-or-treating, the stitches had been removed and the remainder of the candy stash discreetly discarded.

It was Saturday, two weeks before Thanksgiving, a rare cold and rainy day in Las Vegas. Jess had turned on the gas fireplace in the family room where the three of them had watched Morgan’s favorite animated movie. A feeling of yearning enveloped Libby just as tangible and encompassing as the cold. She wanted this to be real. She wanted a family.

With an effort, she pushed the yearning away even as she dreaded what was coming.

Morgan wiggled on the sofa beside her and looked up. “I’m bored, Aunt Libby.”

She met Jess’s gaze and gave him a what-do-you-think-about-now? look. He only hesitated a moment before nodding slightly.

Morgan glanced between them and asked, “What did I say?”

Libby fervently wished he would take the lead on this, which was nothing more than classic avoidance. She was the one with a degree in early childhood education, the one with child-care experience. Of the two of them, she could be considered the kid expert, but that was not how she felt in this delicate situation. She loved kids and cared about every single one, but there was a special place in her heart for Morgan. She was emotionally involved, which made knowledge and experience not very useful.

If it was within her power, she would make this child’s life perfect and never let anything bad happen. Obviously she was powerless or they wouldn’t be here now. And sometimes pain was a necessary therapy to get to a better place. She clung to that with every fiber of her being.