After Daniel and Greg’s mother had a stroke five years ago, Brooke stepped into the role. Since then, every family dinner had run through her kitchen. The rest of the family simply followed her lead.
Daniel adored Brooke. So did everyone else, it seemed.
Even Daniel’s father, Richard, rarely made a decision without asking Brooke first.
Daniel adored Brooke.
Brooke always laughed that he was « her easiest child, » and everyone around the table laughed with her.
Suddenly, her voice carried down the hallway. « Did you make the potato salad? »
« I did, » I said. « Extra mustard, the way Daniel likes it. »
« You’re a saint. »
My husband, Daniel, sat in the living room with his sisters.
He laughed at something Brooke said and reached for another beer without looking up.
