“Same, sis. I miss you so much. I wish you could have found a job a bit closer so I could see you more than once every five years, but then again, getting away and making space was probably good for you.”
Brooke nodded. “Chicago is great, except for the weather… and the traffic. But I love my job and look at what else the city brought me.” She leaned against Kenneth’s shoulder. A touch on the top of her head suggested a kiss. She smiled.
Autumn pulled the car to a stop beside the guest house, a two-story structure fronted with white plastic siding, black shutters around a prominent bay window, and cheerful bougainvillea blooming in the yard. A massive oak-shaded the driveway. “Well, this is it,” she announced.
“I think this is about the same size as the house my entire family grew up in
