Their heads nearly touched. “Let me get us some plates,” Leah said, causing both Fox and Madeline to look up at her in the same instant. The image burned into Leah’s brain. Fox and Madeline staring upward, their cheeks so close together, they nearly touched. Side by side, the resemblance was unmistakable. The girl was a miniature, female version of Leah’s husband—the same wide-set blue eyes, the same curling hair with a cowlick to the right, the same hint of a left dimple. Gracious.
