“I didn’t know your husband had a cousin named Doug,” Nora said. “He doesn’t look much like the rest of the family. His hair’s so dark, and your husband was so blonde, like you and Meara.”

“He’s adopted. His biological mother was Rolandian.”

“Ah, that would explain it, wouldn’t it?” Nora said.

“Uh huh,” Tracine said while watching Brad position Arrin in the passenger seat of her truck before shutting the door. “Thank you again, Brad. I’ll call from the hospital and let you know how long we’ll be.” She squatted, kissed Meara on the cheek, and whispered into her ear, “Remember, sweetie, his name is Doug.” As she stood, she said, “I love you dear. I’ll be back as soon as I...

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