I can see she’s holding back her own tears. “I just thought . . .” She has to stop to clear her throat and take a deep breath. She holds up a camera and motions around the room. “Maybe you might want a photo with—” “With my family?” I beam through my tears. “I definitely need one of those.” A sob breaks through her laugh as she holds up the camera, and I get a new family portrait to last a lifetime. “I’m thinking that I far from more-than-a-lot like you, Mikayla Jones,” Jake says, and the flash goes off.
