CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Riley felt terribly ill at ease at Sunday’s memorial service. More than that—she felt positively alien, as if she were an ill-prepared visitor from another planet.
Rhea Thorson’s family lived in an attractive home that was all cream-colored and beige, and so well kept it looked newer than it really must have been. The living room was packed with family and friends, all of whom obviously knew and cared about each other.
Riley shifted uncomfortably in her chair and wondered …
What must it feel like to really belong like all these people?
She’d certainly never experienced anything like it in any of the places she’d called home over the years.
Rhea’s older sister, Kyra, had met Riley at the Herborn bus station this morning and had driven her here just in time for the serv
