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“I HOPE YOU HAVE A relaxing weekend, and we look forward to welcoming you back,” Ivy said to Celia, who was on her way to see her parents in San Francisco. She held the front door open for her. Outside, the sun was hovering low on the horizon as the day was drawing to a close.
“My mother wants me to stay in San Francisco,” Celia said, swinging her long dark hair over her shoulder. “I have cousins visiting from China, so I’m tempted, but the children in Summer Beach would miss the summer music program. They’re doing so well. And what if Tyler returns and I’m not here?”
“Do what’s in your heart,” Ivy said, though she wanted to say that it might serve him right—or at least wake him up. “This is between the two of you. But make sure you tell him how you feel—and what you expect of him in
