Loud and crazy are my default settings. My thoughts go back to Addie’s house last night. To the way Izzy argued with her mother more like a tiny teenager instead of a short stack in kindergarten. To the way Addie kept her guard up all night, only letting it down for her girls. Damn . . . there’s just something about her that called to me from the second I saw her. Even before I was able to suss out there was no Mr. Addie in sight.
