5
“I smell rain,” Ivy said as Shelly pulled the Jeep into the car court behind the main house. The wind kicked up white caps on the ocean and rustled palm fronds overhead. “There’s a heavy cloud coming this way.”
“Let’s get these bags and boxes inside.” Shelly opened the rear hatch and slid out a pair of boxes.
Ivy hefted the heavy carton of photos while her sister picked up a box of mementos. “Oof, memories sure are heavy.” Ivy shifted the carton up with her knee.
“That sounds philosophical,” Shelly said.
“Sometimes they’re hard to leave behind, too.” Ivy caught Shelly’s eye.
“The problem is, there are good memories mixed in with the bad.” Shelly nodded toward the garage. “Here comes your hero.”
“My what?” She turned around.
Bennett jogged toward them. “I’ll get that for you.” He
