Married since 2005, Erica resides in Las Vegas, Nevada with her four children and can often be found satisfying her sweet-tooth with chocolate-chip cookies and a glass of milk. One day, she hopes to dust off her collegiate rugby skills and dive back into the game.
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all the emotions and firsts that a newborn brings!
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done my research, I don’t know that I would have recognized her off the street
either. She wore make up with deep purple eyeshadow that emphasized her
pale blue eyes, and her lips were touched with pink gloss. Her face had lost
the childish roundness that I remembered, fading the young innocence of the
eleven-year-old I once knew. But I was well aware that the loss of innocence
had more to do with life’s cruel blows than mere aging.
protective tension in her expression. I had seen it resurface when I’d been so
absorbed with the picture of Luke. I hadn’t meant to stare. But it was
crazy to see him so big now—at least, in comparison to the seven-year-old boy
I’d known. He must be fourteen now, and even still, I’d caught the fierce
change in Kate’ demeanor when I’d held onto the photo too long. She had always
been a shield to her little brother. That, obviously, had not changed.
I’d been hiding. Kate had crossed the mall parking lot by now and was entering through
the double doors on her way to work. I had every intention of telling
her—reminding her—of who I am. But maybe our shared past was not one she cared
to remember, or deserved to relive. My plans were set and I would follow
through with or without her. But if I could trust her—if she wanted to help—I
would tell her everything.