Ivy stood with her mother and Bennett at the San Diego airport, waiting for the flight the concierge had arranged for Maya.
“That’s her,” Carlotta said, waving to a taller, more angular version of herself. She clasped her hands to her chest in anticipation.
Ivy put her arm around her mother, who was quivering with excitement. Carlotta’s eyes were bright with emotion. Seeing the joy on her mother’s face was worth the effort Ivy had put out. She only hoped that after all these years, the reunion wouldn’t prove a disappointment.
While they waited for Maya to reach them, Ivy wondered how the rift between the two sisters had grown over time. She couldn’t imagine being estranged from Shelly or Honey.
As Maya neared them, Carlotta held her arms wide. Joyful tears glimmered in her eyes. “Maya,
