Amalia sat on the swinging bench on the front porch of the Graeme household, mindlessly pushing backward and forward with her feet, hoping the warm spring breeze would carry her away. Ever since she"d gotten home from her appointment that morning, Amalia had known with full certainty that luck would never be on her side. She would always be the one left behind to suffer in misery.
Three weeks had passed since Amalia buried her mother in the cemetery plot next to her father, against better judgment and bitter instinct. Janet had done little for her or Amalia"s father during either lifetime, and there was no reason the woman should be buried in permanence next to the kind and loving Peter Graeme. Except Amalia had no other options, money, or solutions at the time.
It had all happened so fa
