The early afternoon sun stretched golden over the DeLuca mansion as Rebecca walked through the veranda, the warmth in her chest stronger than the late day breeze. She paused by a small table sprawling with orchids and peonies and roses. Rebecca picked up a porcelain cup of chamomile tea Georgia had set down and inhaled.

She couldn't wait for them to come to her, look how the welcome party went when she decided to wait and believe they'll come. Did they show up? Of course they didn't. She had ...