Winter in Havenport was colder than I'd imagined.
When my aunt picked me up at Havenport International, I was still wearing the thin jacket I'd grabbed in a hurry from home. She didn't ask a single question. She simply took off her scarf, wrapped it around my neck, and took the suitcase from my hand.
"You've lost weight," she said.
Those three simple words almost brought back the tears I'd fought so hard to hold back on the flight.
My aunt lived in Grand Heights. Her apartment wasn't large, but it had a guest room with a few potted plants on the windowsill. She had tidied up the room, changed the sheets, and left a box of chocolates on the pillow.
"Get some rest to beat the jet lag first. I'll take you out for brunch tomorrow. Even if the sky falls, you need to sleep first." She patte
