Corinne sat in her car in front of the sprawling, two-story brick house, one of several McMansions peppering one of the nicest neighborhoods at the edge of Wishful. Her stomach twisted into a sick knot in her gut. It was so like the house she’d shared with Lance. The garage door was down, so she couldn’t tell if anyone was home. She hoped she hadn’t come all this way for nothing. It had taken most of the drive back from Tupelo to get up the nerve to come over here, and she wasn’t sure if she could do it again.
Bright seasonal flowers lined the long walk, bobbing in the hot breeze. The vast expanse of lawn was a healthy green, and huge, curving flowerbeds accented the house and the few young trees. In her experience, people who lived in places like this didn’t actually do yard work. The wh
