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Chapter Ten
A Chapter by
Tracy
The house was full of people that day. Evgeni had invited some of his teammates over to help with the move. Danni invited Curtis Means over to help..
Chapter Elven
A Chapter by
Tracy
Mom’s funeral took place three days later. I wanted a quiet little gathering. I didn’t expect that many people would show up for the se..
Chapter Twelve
A Chapter by
Tracy
Evgeni and I didn’t speak much about that night. I tried to go on with my life as if everything were normal. Mom was gone. I was coping with t..
Chapter Thirteen
A Chapter by
Tracy
Painting the living room was a task that I went about as if it were a solo surgery I’d earned. I draped all of the furniture and every bare in..
Chapter Fourteen
A Chapter by
Tracy
For a couple weeks I just tried to adjust to the fact that I had this family. Two sisters, a step mom and a dad. In most situations I suppose it wou..
Chapter Fifteen
A Chapter by
Tracy
The whole way into Boston I kept nervously running my hands over my belly. Two weeks to prepare for that moment and yet I couldn’t even fathom..
Chapter Sixteen
A Chapter by
Tracy
People scrambled through the house laughing and talking and shouting over each other. Barbecue was pungent in the air, wafting through the open win..
Chapter Seventeen
A Chapter by
Tracy
The next couple of weeks were really hard for me at work. Evgeni was gone more often than he was at home. Telling him goodbye was getting harder ea..
Chapter Eighteen
A Chapter by
Tracy
I woke up alone in bed. Evgeni had gone to Detroit that morning. It took some convincing but he’d gone. The Braxton Hicks contractions were fa..
Epilogue
A Chapter by
Tracy
At eight days old, Marina watched her father fighting his way for the most esteemed honor in hockey tradition. Both she and I had spent three days ..
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