Trey

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Nash ran headlong at Trey. “Hey boy!” Trey caught his son mid-stride and swung him into the air, balancing him on his shoulders. “Why is Coral here?” Nash, hugging Trey’s neck, whispered in his ear. “She’s not so bad.” Trey helped the boy down from his perch. “Cut 'er some slack.” Dragging his dad toward … Continue reading Trey