Lucy comes barreling into the kitchen. The dogs chase after her, and she’s dragging Ethan by the sleeve. When they get close, he throws the notebook at my shoulder. “You’ve all been replaced,” he announces. “Lucy and I are best friends now.” “Did you figure out your favorite hot dog toppings?” Madeline asks, and she nods when Lucy answers. “Diced onions? Good choice, baby.” “She is so your daughter,” I say. “If you ever need anyone to watch her, I’m happy to jump in,” Ethan says, and I gape at him. “What? Why are you looking at me like I have four heads, Hayes?” “I’m impressed. Six months ago,
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