Sophia’s P.O.V

I stood by the driveway, my arms folded loosely across my chest as I watched Nathan struggle with the last of the suitcases. He was so insistent that I stay put and “look pretty,” as he’d teasingly put it earlier, but I couldn’t help hovering nearby. I wasn’t used to just standing still while someone else did all the work.

My mother was at the doorway, one hand resting lightly on Nadia’s shoulder, while both of them wore reassuring smiles that only ...