Chapter 82

Brielle's mother was a misfit. Keith had said so many times in the past. His stories of her were rich with not only discoveries and new beginnings, but of adventures written in laughter, impishness, and incredulousness. She was a free spirit. "Tell me about that time you went to the pub," Brielle had said one time. Keith had just returned from his work and looked exhausted from the day's activities. Even so, his head tilted away from the sofa, his eyes twinkling with the promise of a tale. "Ahh,...