Avery wasn’t sure how revealing he was going to end up being. It was inevitable that she’d learn things, of course, but he wasn’t about to give her a full run-down off the bat.
“Avery was an adorable child,” Dannielle said with a sigh, pointing up as they passed by some old family portraits on the wall over the stairs. Some very professional staged photographs of Xander, Avery, and Hope, all in their child years, little Hope all blonde curls and cherubic features. Little Avery, in the middle, looked quite sweet in a little bow tie and shirt. Big Avery rolled his eyes and kept walking.