The instant Mackenzie disembarked from the plane she knew she was in the home of her birth. If the place didn’t naturally exude Mississippi from every atom in the air, she would have felt it in her bones anyway. But the ache of a sullen heart obscured what beauty she might have felt in that moment of return. The memories were grim and confused. Taking in the atmosphere of her adolescence, Mackenzie was unusually somber, so much so that Kevin noticed the uncharacteristic quiet.
“You haven’t said word since we left the airport,” he observed, as their taxi finally pulled up in front of the plantation house.
“No, I haven’t, have I?” she said, reaching for her door, not waiting for it to be opened for her. Looking outside, she saw the all too familiar sight of Glendora beckoning her wi
