Is there a word for the warm, fluttery feeling you get in your chest when you’re exactly where you’re meant to be? Because that’s what I feel when Asher turns our rental car down Lolli’s street. The sound of the ocean waves crashing in the distance is as sweet and familiar as a favorite song. Even though I’ve only been to Coronado Island once before, the second that light-yellow beach house comes into view, I feel like I’m home.
Everything looks just as we left it last year—same pink shutters, although I think they’ve gotten a fresh coat of paint, same purple flowers blooming in the front flower beds, and the same big, happy family on the porch, ready to welcome us. But a lot has changed in one short year.
Namely, the fact that instead of coming to Coronado as Asher’s medical supervision
