Lucille

We had been gone from Monovia for only a week, yet as Annabella Castle came into view, I had the sensation of being home in a way that was new and welcomed.

Home.

It was a word I associated with my parents’ dwelling in New York City and a word that meant security and familiarity. Home was something I dreamed of having one day with my husband—until the dream died.

Peering through the car windows, I took in the ...