Lia was stirring a pot on the stove when she heard the sound of the garage door going up then the slam of Riley's car door and the opening and closing of the door into the garage.

"Lucy, I'm home." he called, in the age-old imitation of the familiar phrase from the Lucille Ball show.

"In the kitchen," she called back.

Her stomach jittered with nerves, and her hand on the mixing spoon was not quite steady. All day, she'd been going over this situation with Riley, ...