She was five then, with pigtails that never stayed even and a habit of asking questions she already knew the answers to.
Max had bought the rabbit from a street market in Seoul, holding it above his head like a prize he’d won instead of something he’d paid $4 for.
Olivia named the rabbit Snow.
« For my favorite niece, » he said.
« I’m your only niece, » Olivia told him.
« Still my favorite. »
She hugged Snow so tightly its floppy ears disappeared beneath her chin.
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