“Hurry up!” Padgett zoomed in on the photo with his phone, squinting at the screen. Owen hadn’t exactly nailed the shot, and without his reading glasses, Padgett could barely make out anything.
Thankfully, Owen didn’t argue. He dug out the glasses and handed them over.
“Grandpa, who is she?” Owen asked.
Padgett slid his glasses on, peered at the girl in the photo, and his whole face changed. “Melissa… Melissa’s come back!”
My Melissa. The words caught in his throat as he pressed a hand to his chest.
Owen just stared, stunned silent. Was that really Melissa? Unless she’d somehow turned back time, it couldn’t be possible.
“Call your dad and Norris. Get them home. Right now,” Padgett ordered.
No one dared hesitate when he spoke like that. Owen called his dad, Norris, and even made sure to get his other brothers on the line. If he could’ve, he would’ve fetched the family dog too.
“Norris, Phil, Melissa’s back,” he announced as soon as they answered.
Norris and Phil dropped everything and rushed home. At first, they were thrilled, the kind of excitement that makes your heart skip. But when they walked in and didn’t see Melissa, the feeling faded.
“Where is she?” Phil asked.
“Here,” Padgett said, holding out the phone.
They crowded around, peering at the photo.
“She really does look like Melissa when she was younger,” Phil said, “but she reminds me of someone else, too.”
He and Norris locked eyes. There was no need for words—they both knew.
“She looks like Agassi,” Norris said quietly.

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