Like déjà vu. Cammila returned to the house she had left six months ago. The main gate swung open when Shane pressed the remote on his car dashboard. Cammila seemed to go back in time to when she first lived in Shane's house after their brief wedding at City Hall.

“Welcome home.”

“Wow, you have a new cherub?”

Cammila stared in amazement at the white cherub in the shape of a child carrying a jug whose water was spilling into the pool. She remembered that she had wanted to jump into the ...