Cecilia's pov
The second chime still rang in my ears as Mom crossed the room, muttering, "That must be Peggy."
Peggy?
My stomach did a small, suspicious somersault.
Peggy Foster--my mother's longtime coworker and our neighbor. Sweet woman.
The door swung open, and Peggy walked in with her warm smile, but it wasn't her presence that made my heart skip a beat.
It was the tall figure behind her.
Simon Foster.
Tall, lean, impeccably dressed in a white button-down with sleeves casually rolled to reveal tanned forearms.
Wire-rimmed glasses framed intelligent eyes that held both gentleness and intensity.
He looked like he'd walked straight out of an indie film -- the brooding academics type-- more mature than I remembered, with an understated confidence that commanded attention.
The mo
