“Five of y’all? No girls ever came along?” “We felt sorry for our mama too.” Ryder shakes his head. “But if anyone could handle us, it was her.” “Your mom, she—” “Passed.” Wyatt runs a hand over his face. “Twelve years ago this October. She and our dad died in a car accident.” Mollie blinks again. She looks up, her eyes catching on mine for a beat before she looks away. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Y’all must’ve been really young.” “Ryder and I were fourteen, yeah,” Duke says. “Didn’t seem young at the time, but looking back…” “I can’t imagine how awful that must’ve been,” Mollie says. “I don’t
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