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I nodded. “Alive and well. She’s even got another kid.”

Dr. Briggs continued to watch me. “This information is new to you?”

“Yeah.” I wiped a piece of nonexistent lint off my leggings. “She just showed up one day.”

“It sounds to me like you’ve got a unique perspective on what your family is going through.”

My gaze snapped up to meet hers. “But I didn’t leave them. I was taken. There’s a difference.”

“I’m not saying the reasons for the absences are the same, Kylie. However, you, your sister, and your father lost your mother in much the same way. One day she was there, then she wasn’t. Your children and your husbands are experiencing the same thing, despite the underlying circumstances being different.”

I stared at her as that sank in. She was right. I didn’t leave my children, but they didn’t understand that. They weren’t old enough to truly comprehend what happened. Which was why I hadn’t explained it to them.

But Travis and Gage…

“Did you know Travis and Gage got married?” I asked Dr. Briggs.

If the topic shift surprised her, she didn’t show it. “I did, yes.”

“So that means I’m no longer married to Travis.”

“Are you asking or telling, Kylie?”

“I don’t know. But you can’t be married to two people. Not legally. I know because I wanted to be married to both of them, but we couldn’t.”

“You’re correct. Legally, you cannot be married to two people. As for which of the marriages is now nullified, I don’t know. I think that’s something you might need to discuss with a lawyer.”

I stared down at my lap again. “I know. But Travis and Gage are so happy together.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I can see it in their faces.”

“And you think their happiness has to do with one another. Not with the fact that you’re home?”

I shrugged.

“Travis and Gage believed they had lost you forever, Kylie. They love you very much. That love didn’t die when they thought you had. Now that you’re home and safe with them, perhaps you’re seeing the happiness they feel because of that.”

Yeah. It was possible. Maybe.

I looked up again, meeting Dr. Briggs’s gaze. “If that’s the case, why won’t they touch me?”

“Do you want them to?”

I swallowed. “More than anything.”

“Have you told them this?”

“No.”

“Perhaps that’s a conversation you should have with them.”

“What if they don’t want to … be with me again?”

“I don’t think you’ll know the answer to that until you’re all on the same page about what you want.”

Yeah. That made sense. Too much sense.