The flight to Idaho took over six hours. Cass managed to sleep for most of the trip. I wasn’t so lucky. By the time we were exiting the plane all I could think about was a cup of coffee. That is unti I spotted a uniformed driver holding a sign with my name on it. It’s just like mother to send a limo to pick us up.

Cass is staring at me, and I can feel my face heating up. She had teased me about it for the first half of the drive. As the houses around us got bigger and more ...