The The day Peyton Jessop walked into my life, I was six years old.
I'd spent that whole summer wondering if anyone would ever move into the creepy old Barkley house next door to me.
Just before school started, I watched as a van pulled up and a brown-haired little girl clutching a stuffed bear climbed out.
Peyton was feisty and fun to be around, but her life at home was troubled.
That brown-haired girl weaved her way into my heart.
She was supposed to be my ever after.
Well, that was the pla.
Stratton Press Coming home: california dreaming, book 4, paperback/stacey johnston
