5As soon as her car pulls up outside Luce's parents' house, they're out the front door, hurrying down the garden path and out onto the pavement, enfolding her in a desperate loving crush of arms amid a lot of weeping and relieved remonstrations.
Luce goes inside with them, the sights and smells of the house she grew up in instantly swelling her chest and tightening her throat with a rush of memory. The Rowan tree in the front garden, the berries of which had made her violently ill when she'd experimentally eaten a few when she was six. The trellis of ivy covering much of the wall around the front door. Inside, the ever-present smell of her mama's tomato sauce, which it seems is in a perpetual state of bulk production for the restaurant.
In the living room, Luce takes her jacket off and s
