Every story must have a beginning, middle and an end. Like most people, Jess’s story began the day she was born. A pink, screaming ball of flesh, Jess entered the world with no grand announcements other than her father’s robus cry, “it’s a girl, Livie!”
But her momma’s story ended that day. Livie never heard the doctor tell her she was the momma of a healthy seven pound baby girl.
Jess was raised by her daddy, Jake. She was his mirror image clothed in a gingham dress. Blonde hair and clear blues eyes that pierced into your soul. Jess was his only child. His only family. A few months before Jess was born, Jake had buried his Grandpa, the only family member he had ever known. The only person he’d ever loved until he met Olivia.
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