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IF NOT FOR THE CALL from the hospital, nothing could have induced Krista Novak to return to this tiny slice of Pennsylvania she’d left behind eight years ago.

With eyes gritty from eighteen hours of traveling, Krista stared out the backseat window of the taxi cab at the modest neighborhood of mostly ranch houses.

Winter had robbed the trees of their leaves and frosted the barren ground and cars parked in the street. From almost every home shone Christmas lights, some hung haphazardly, others arranged in neat, colorful patterns.

“Which house?” the taxi driver asked, two of the few words he’d spoken since picking up Krista outside baggage claim at the Harrisburg airport. Not that he’d been silent. He’d hummed along to “White Christmas,” “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire” and Alvin and the Chipmunks.

“The tacky place with Santa and his reindeer on the roof and the Christmas animals in the yard,” Krista mumbled.

She didn’t bother to add he couldn’t miss it. If there were life forms in outer space, they’d be blinded by the blaze from the lighted yard decorations and the tiny multicolored lights that covered every inch of her parents’ house.

“I love it!” The driver, who was probably in his late sixties, wore a red knit cap similar to the one outlined in lights on the candy-cane cat. “That animated dancing penguin is my favorite!”

The penguin was new, as were the seals that were tossing a wrapped gift back and forth. Krista had seen most of the other animals many, many times before. Her family had been collecting them for years.

“Are you kidding me?” Krista asked. “Don’t you think the display is excessive?”

The driver pulled up to the curb, turned his head and peered at her. In the darkened cab at nearly seven o’clock in the evening, it should have been hard to see his face. The glow from the yard illuminated his widened eyes. “Hell, no! It’s three days before Christmas, lady.”

Krista felt herself bristle. Not for the first time, she wished she’d thought to call ahead and reserve a rental car. This close to Christmas, none of the rental agencies at the airport had anything available until possibly tomorrow.

“I’m not as into the season as the rest of my family,” Krista said.

The decorations had probably gone up the day after Thanksgiving. Yard art, Krista’s grandmother called it. It used to take Krista’s father two full days to create the monument to the season. Krista’s heart clutched. This was somebody else’s handiwork. Since the accident, her father couldn’t so much as string lights.

Krista banished the harsh reality from her mind. She couldn’t think about her father now, not when her mother was the one who was ill, not even to note that he hadn’t bothered to call and tell her about it.

She let herself out of the cab and came face-to-beak with a flamingo wearing earmuffs. Swallowing a sigh, she met the driver at the trunk of the taxi.

“Home for Christmas, eh?” the driver said.

“Yeah.” Krista didn’t elaborate. She certainly wouldn’t tell him she hadn’t been home in eight years. Krista wouldn’t be here at all if her mother’s phone call hadn’t woken her up last night in Prague.

Her mother’s voice had sounded thin, reedy and very far away. “Krista, I’m in the hospital.”

Krista had bolted to a sitting position, coming jarringly awake. Her heart had thumped so hard it felt like the bed in her one-bedroom flat was shaking. “What’s wrong?”

“I was, um, bleeding,” her mother said.

A memory of Krista’s father lying bent and broken flashed in Krista’s mind. She imagined her mother tumbling down a flight of stairs, slipping on a patch of ice, accidentally gashing herself with a cooking knife.

“Are you all right?” Krista heard the panic in her own voice and tried to tamp it down. “Was it an accident?”

“No, no. Nothing like that,” her mother said. “It was, um, internal.”

Internal bleeding!

“Do you need me to come home?” Krista asked.

Her mother hadn’t hesitated. “Oh, yes, dear. That would be wonderful.”

A nurse had entered her mother’s hospital room then, cutting their conversation short. As soon as Krista hung up the phone, she’d booted up her computer and booked a flight to Pennsylvania that left at six that morning. Then she’d contacted one of the friends she was supposed to meet in a few days’ time for a skiing trip in the Swiss Alps to let her know what was going on.

The cab driver swung Krista’s suitcase from the trunk and told her how much the fare was.

“Could you wait for me? I need you to drive me to the hospital, too.” Krista’s mind was so fuzzy after a full day of traveling, she couldn’t be sure if she’d mentioned it. Although it wasn’t yet 7:00 p.m. in Pennsylvania, it was nearly 1:00 a.m. body time. “It’ll only take me a few minutes to drop off this suitcase.”

“The hospital?” the driver repeated, but Krista was already rolling the suitcase up a sidewalk lined with toy soldiers and past a hippo with a red bow tied around its neck.

Krista supposed she could have asked somebody, possibly her grandmother, to make the twenty-minute drive to the Harrisburg airport to pick her up when no rental cars were available. With her parents’ house in Jarrell en route to the hospital, though, it seemed to make more sense to hire a cab. Especially because Krista had discovered her cell phone was dead as she dashed to make her second connecting flight in Philadelphia.

Once Krista dropped off her luggage, the cab driver should get her to the hospital in plenty of time for visiting hours. The last she’d checked on her mother’s condition, during the layover that morning in Frankfurt, her mother was stable. Krista expected her family to be at the hospital although somebody was obviously home or the lights wouldn’t be blazing.

Krista dragged her suitcase up the handicap ramp and stopped in front of a door partially obscured by an enormous wreath. The doorbell was doubling as a snowman’s button nose. Should Krista ring it? What was the protocol when you were the prodigal daughter?

A blast of wind almost blew Krista over. She shivered, deciding she was being ridiculous. Drawing in a deep breath of pine-scented air, she pushed open the door and stepped onto the tiny tiled foyer that opened into the living room.

It was empty aside from a floor-to-ceiling Christmas tree wrapped in gold garland and cloaked by twinkling lights and ornaments. Holly and a strand of lit plastic Santa heads outlined the fireplace. About the only tasteful thing in the room was a gorgeous framed photo Krista had never seen before of a field of wildflowers under a clear blue sky.

The scents and sounds of Christmas past assaulted Krista: honey ham, freshly baked bread, apple cider, instrumental Christmas carols, voices drifting from the kitchen.

“Hello? I’m ho—” Krista stopped midshout. Pennsylvania hadn’t been home in a very long time. “I’m here.”

Nobody answered, which wasn’t surprising considering the noise level. Krista pulled her suitcase into the living room and headed for the large kitchen at the back of the house, her high-heeled winter boots clicking on the hardwood.

She passed under the mistletoe hanging from the archway leading to the kitchen and stopped dead.

Krista’s grandmother, considerably older and possibly even shorter than when Krista had last seen her, was at the stove stirring a pot of soup. Grandma had moved in with the family after she was widowed two decades ago to help care for Krista and her younger sister, Rayna, and never left.

Sitting on a chair at the butcher-block table overseeing the entire operation was Krista’s mother. For a moment, Krista couldn’t speak.

“Mom!” she finally blurted out. “What are you doing out of the hospital?”

Both women turned at the sound of her voice. Grandma gaped at Krista as if she’d materialized out of thin air. Her mother smiled and clapped her hands.

“Krista! You came!” Her mother opened her arms but didn’t get up. She looked wan, and a crocheted shawl covered her shoulders.

Krista crossed the room and bent down to embrace her mother, relief making her knees weak. Unshed tears burned the backs of her eyes. “Of course I came.”

Her mother hugged Krista tight, enveloping her daughter in warmth. A few seconds passed before it dawned on Krista that her mother’s grip was not that of a sick woman. She drew back, examining her mother more closely.

Aside from the paleness of her complexion, Krista’s mother seemed much the same as she always had. A tall, big-boned woman with dark hair showing no trace of gray, Eleanor Novak had always filled up a room with her presence.

“I thought you were bleeding internally,” Krista said.

“So that’s how you got our Krista to come home, Ellie.” Krista’s grandmother addressed her daughter-in-law but hurried from the stove to Krista’s side. At about five feet tall and one hundred pounds with hair that was completely white, Krista’s grandmother had an elfish charm. She added to it by wearing a Rudolph-the-reindeer shirt.

“Hey, Grandma.” Krista bent down to hug the older lady while trying to make sense of her comment.

“I missed you, sweet girl,” Grandma said. “We all did.”

Krista felt her eyes grow moist except things weren’t adding up. She drew back from the hug and swung her gaze to her mother. “I don’t understand. Why aren’t you in the hospital?”

Her mother’s eyes shifted.

“Ellie was discharged this morning,” Grandma said. Great news, but Krista couldn’t make sense of it. “We’re having a celebration dinner. Now the only one missing will be Rayna.”

Krista’s sister had only been thirteen when Krista moved away. Krista wondered where Rayna was, but another question was more pressing.

“What about the internal bleeding, Mom?” Krista asked.

Her mother still wouldn’t meet Krista’s eyes. “It stopped a few days ago. The medication they have nowadays is amazing.”

“Most people with bleeding ulcers recover fast,” Grandma said. “The doctor told Ellie this morning she’s already almost as good as new.”

“This morning? But last night, you made it seem like you were really sick.” Krista collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs. “How could you do that? I thought you were dying.”

“Okay, so it wasn’t my finest moment.” Her mother did not sound sorry. “But it’s been eight years, Krista. How else was I supposed to get you home for the holidays?”

“You could have asked,” Krista said.

“I ask every year,” her mother said. “You never come.”

The radio tuned to the station that played all Christmas carols, all the time, was between songs. In the rare moment of silence, Krista heard the unmistakable sound of wheels rolling on hardwood. Krista’s body tensed.

Her father maneuvered the wheelchair into the kitchen, a blanket thrown over his useless legs. Although he was only five years older than his wife’s fifty-seven, what hair he had left was completely gray and visible wrinkles creased his face.

“Krista?” His thick gray brows drew together. “What are you doing here?”

Krista swallowed, aware those were the first words he’d spoken to her in years. The few times he’d answered the phone when she called, he immediately handed her off to her mother. She tried not to let it hurt that he didn’t seem glad to see her. “I thought mom was sick.”

“Ellie called Krista from the hospital and told her she was dying,” her grandmother said.

“That’s not so, Joe!” her mother cried. “I told her I was bleeding.”

Krista’s father set his mouth in a tight line. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?” her mother demanded. “Don’t you think it’s past time our daughter came home?”

“Our daughter can—” her father began.

“Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!” The greeting was loud enough to drown out all sound.

A stranger about her father’s age came into the kitchen wearing a Santa hat, a fake white beard and red suspenders that were visible through his open overcoat. He was about five-nine with a wiry build, lessening the effect.

“Welcome home from the hospital, Eleanor,” the stranger said to Krista’s mother. “You look fantastic!”

“Thank you, Milo,” Ellie said. “You look great, too. I never get tired of seeing you in that get-up.”

“One of the fringe benefits of being a mall Santa.” Milo snapped the suspenders, then turned his attention to Krista. “And who is this pretty young lady?”

“Our daughter Krista. She’s the interpreter who lives in Europe,” her mother said. “Krista, this is our next-door neighbor, Milo Costas.”

Costas? Krista didn’t remember anybody named Costas living next door. She only knew one person with that surname, an unusual one for central Pennsylvania. Was this a relation?

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Costas.” Krista tried to convince herself she must be wrong. Not everybody named Costas was connected to each other.

“It’s my pleasure, young lady.” Milo Costas commented at the same time another male voice—a familiar male voice—called out, “Where is everybody?”

“In the kitchen,” Krista’s father yelled, his scowl vanishing.

Alex Costas strode into the kitchen, a bottle of red wine in his right hand, a bottle of sparkling apple cider in his left. A good five or six inches taller than Milo, Alex had thick black hair, an athlete’s build and strong, classic features. The first time Krista had seen him, she’d sworn her heart had skipped a beat. Right now it sped up.

“Did you know there’s a ca—” Alex’s voice trailed off midquestion, his dark gaze swinging to Krista.

Attraction rocketed through Krista, as hot and intense as when they’d been in bed together eight years ago and she’d told him about accepting a job in the Czech Republic.

He’d driven her home and told her he thought it was best if they ended things cold turkey, and she hadn’t seen him again until this moment. She took a deep breath and plastered on a smile.

“Hello, Alex,” she said. “Fancy meeting you here.”

ALEX COMPOSED HIS FEATURES to mask the jolt of sexual energy he felt. He’d known Krista would walk through her parents’ door one day but he hadn’t expected it to be today. Neither could he have predicted the way his body would react to her.

“Hello, Krista,” he said.

Eleanor Novak tilted her head, her eyebrows drawing together. “You two know each other?”

Alex and his father owned a landscaping business and had been buying plants and supplies from Novaks’ Nursery for years. They hadn’t become close friends with the Novaks, however, until Krista had already left home.

“You could say that,” Krista said. “We met before I moved to Europe.”

Eleanor’s gaze swung to Alex. She talked about Krista semiregularly, mostly to complain that her daughter never visited. “You never mentioned that, Alex!”

Alex’s father was watching him with interest. Alex had never brought up Krista to him, either.

“Wasn’t much to tell.” Alex shifted his weight from foot to foot.

“Where did you meet her?” Eleanor asked.

Alex zeroed in on Krista’s golden-brown eyes and recalled he could never tell what she was thinking. He didn’t see any way to dodge the question. “At the nursery.”

“The nursery! Oh, wait! I remember that day!” Krista’s grandmother had a wonderful memory, although Alex hoped it would fail her now. “The poinsettia incident!”

Nope. His elderly neighbor’s memory was working just fine.

“Alex came into the nursery for the first time,” Grandma Novak continued. “He was already working with his father in the landscaping business and wanted to buy two dozen poinsettias.”

“I think it was one dozen,” Alex murmured.

“No, two dozen.” Grandma Novak smiled so sweetly, it felt like she’d agreed with him. “Anyway, Alex was wheeling the poinsettias to his pickup when the cart overturned.”

“How does Krista enter into this?” Eleanor asked.

Krista’s eyes were still locked on Alex. “I was dropping by to say hey to Grandma when it happened.”

So she did remember.

Alex would never forget. Krista had been wearing black boots and a winter coat, much the same as the one she had on now, except the coat had been black instead of red. She’d flipped her long, brown wind-blown hair back from a face that was rosy from the cold. Then she’d spotted him and smiled.

That was when the wheels of Alex’s cart had bumped over a curb and the plants had slid off.

“That’s right, Krista,” Grandma Novak said. “You’d just gotten back from college for winter break. Dirt and poinsettia leaves went everywhere.”

Alex had insisted on cleaning up, and Krista had helped. By the time they were through sweeping up the debris, Alex had Krista’s phone number and a date for the next day.

“Why didn’t I hear about this before?” Eleanor asked.

Because Krista thought her mother was too involved in her life. Funny that Alex could remember the reason after all these years.

“You can’t know everything about everything, Ellie,” Grandma Novak said with a laugh.

“I like to be kept informed,” Eleanor muttered. “Alex, what were you about to tell us when you got here?”

The strange sight had completely slipped Alex’s mind. He snapped his fingers. “There’s a taxi driver outside singing Christmas carols.”

“Oh, I forgot!” Krista jumped up from her chair. Her hair was several inches shorter but otherwise the physical changes were negligible. Years ago Krista had told him she considered her looks average. She thought her nose was too long and her mouth too wide. Alex disagreed. Taken alone, none of her features were exceptional; together they were dazzling. “I better go pay him.”

Alex had to force himself not to turn and watch her hurry from the kitchen. He set down the bottles on the kitchen counter and shrugged out of his winter jacket while his father did the same.

“I’m surprised nobody mentioned Krista was coming home.” Alex’s father put into words what Alex was thinking.

“I didn’t know it myself until she walked in,” Joe said.

“So Krista surprised you?” Milo asked.

“Only because Ellie tricked her,” Grandma Novak said.

“For heaven’s sake! I didn’t trick Krista!” Eleanor cried. “My own daughter has a right to know I was in the hospital.”

“You shouldn’t have told her you were dying,” Joe said.

“I did nothing of the sort!” Eleanor denied. “You better watch what you say to me, Joe. If you stress me out, my ulcers will come back.”

“I talked to your doctor,” Joe retorted. “He said your ulcers were caused by bacteria.”

“Probably caused by bacteria,” Eleanor said. “Not definitely.”

“I’m gonna hang up my coat,” Alex announced before Joe came back with another zinger. It used to seem to Alex that the Novaks were on the brink of divorce until he realized they enjoyed arguing. They were actually the most devoted couple Alex knew. Eleanor acted as Joe’s nurse. Joe had cried when Eleanor had been admitted to the hospital. “Dad, can I take your coat?”

Alex’s father handed over his black overcoat, then slipped off his fake white beard and gave that to Alex, too. “Can’t risk getting food in my valuables.”

Alex smiled and headed for the coat closet in the foyer, one ear listening for Krista’s return. He admitted to himself he was angling for a moment alone with her. He stepped back to make room when she came in the front door.

In her high-heeled boots, she was only a few inches shorter than him. For a moment, they stared at each other and it seemed to Alex that electricity rather than blood flowed through his veins.

He finally found his voice. “How have you been?”

“Fine.” She cleared her throat, the sound a sexy purr. “Now that I’ve gotten over the shock of seeing you in my parents’ kitchen.”

“My dad and I are here a lot,” Alex said. “We couldn’t ask for better neighbors.”

She tilted her head quizzically. “You live with your dad? In this neighborhood?”

When she knew him, Alex had been renting a one-bedroom apartment in downtown Jarrell above a hardware store. Back then, his father had lived in an equally small condo he’d purchased after Alex’s mother died and he sold the house where Alex had grown up.

“I moved in when he bought the house next door,” Alex said.

“Recently?” Krista asked.

“Three years ago,” Alex said.

“Nobody told me,” Krista muttered.

Nobody should have to tell her. If she visited her parents even semiregularly, she’d know who their neighbors were.

She unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off to reveal a long blue sweater worn over skinny black jeans tucked into her boots. The clothes were wrinkled from traveling, but the jeans outlined the shape of her lovely legs and the sweater hugged her breasts. He took the coat from her and missed the rod on his first attempt at hanging it up.

“How long are you home for?” he asked.

“Now that I know Mom’s okay,” she said, “just until the day after Christmas.”

The news hit Alex like a snowball to the face. Holding back his reaction would have been impossible. “You’re kidding me! That’s only four days. You haven’t been home in eight years!”

Krista’s spine stiffened and her chin lifted. “I wasn’t going to come at all. I made other plans.”

“Are your plans more important than being with your family?” Alex had witnessed Eleanor’s tears when she talked about how much she missed her daughter. “Look at the lengths your mother went to get you here.”

“You’re out of line,” Krista said tightly.

“Why?” Alex shot back. “Because I’m telling you something you don’t want to hear?”

She glared at him.

“Alex! Krista!” Eleanor’s voice drowned out the Christmas carols drifting through the house. “Time for dinner.”

Alex swept a hand in front of him, calling himself a fool for maneuvering to be alone with her. “After you.”

With a toss of her head, Krista preceded him into the kitchen. He fought to keep his eyes from dipping to the sway of her hips, reminding himself that what had happened between them had been very brief and very long ago.

He’d been right to break things off the instant Krista told him she was moving to Europe, no matter how wrenching the decision had been.

A woman who could stay away from her family for eight years, returning home for a few days only because she thought her mother was gravely ill, was not the one for him.

KRISTA COULD BARELY taste the honey ham she was chewing, although she was sure it met her grandma’s excellent standards. Her body was still on Prague time, where it was 2:00 a.m. That wasn’t all.

The mother she thought was dying sat at one end of the long dining room table, her paralyzed father at the other. Grandma smiled and laughed like nothing had changed and the only man Krista had slept with after one date was seated next to her in silent disapproval.

Krista felt like she was caught in a snow globe after it had been shaken. Her vision seemed hazy and her equilibrium off. Her temper, though, was still broiling. How dare Alex judge her when he didn’t know the whole story?

“Nobody’s said why Rayna isn’t here.” Krista and her sister weren’t close. Krista had made some overtures over the years and the miles, but Rayna seldom responded.

“She’s working,” Alex answered. He would have been easier to ignore if he didn’t smell better than the food. “The dentist is open late for the next few days.”

Did that mean Rayna already had her associate’s degree in dental hygiene? Krista was relatively sure her sister was still taking classes at a community college near Harrisburg but could be wrong. Krista certainly wouldn’t ask, not with Alex in the room.

“Why didn’t you bring your girlfriend, Alex?” her father asked.

Krista refused to acknowledge her sense of disappointment. It didn’t matter to her if Alex was involved with someone. Come to think of it, why wasn’t he married? Even eight years ago, it had seemed to Krista he’d been in the market for a relationship with a future.

“Alex broke up with Cindy before Thanksgiving,” Krista’s mother answered before Alex could. “Don’t you remember, Joe?”

“How am I supposed to remember all Alex’s women?” Her father sat in his wheelchair instead of one of the dining room chairs, a constant reminder that he was paralyzed from the waist down. “Seems like he has a new girl every year.”

Krista thought a year was a long time. She couldn’t remember the last guy she’d dated for more than a few months.

“He’s looking for the right woman so he can settle down and raise a family,” Ellie said. “Aren’t you, Alex?”

Grandma wagged a finger at her daughter-in-law. “Don’t put Alex on the spot like that, Ellie. I’m sure he doesn’t like it.”

“I wouldn’t keep coming over here if I minded.” Alex smiled at her mother, but Krista noticed he hadn’t answered the question. She wondered if both Krista and her mother had Alex pegged wrong. He was thirty-two, after all. Maybe he was a serial dater, like Krista.

“You can ask me about Charlie,” her grandmother said.

Krista felt like someone had just shaken the snow globe harder. Who was Charlie?

“He’s auditioning to be my new beau.” Grandma addressed Krista, answering one of her unspoken questions but raising others. Auditioning? “Your grandpa’s been gone a long time so I figured it was time I got myself one. You’ll never guess where I met him.”

“The senior citizen’s center?” Krista guessed.

“The internet!” Grandma announced. “Alex set up one of those computer profiles for me.”

Krista gaped at him, glad for an outlet for her residual displeasure. “You got my grandma into online dating?”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that.” Alex waved both his hands in the air. “Online dating was Grandma Novak’s idea, not mine.”

Alex called her grandmother Grandma Novak?

“In my day, we went on blind dates. That’s how I met my wife,” Milo Costas said. With his olive complexion, dark hair and angular features, he resembled a smaller, older version of his son. Milo’s dark eyes fastened on Krista. “She died when Alex was nineteen.”

Why hadn’t Krista known that? She searched her memory but couldn’t remember Alex mentioning his mother in the past. Then again, they’d probably known each other better in bed than out of it. “I’m sorry,” Krista told Milo.

“Don’t be sorry for me,” Milo said. “I have my memories, my son and great next-door neighbors. It’s a wonderful life.”

Grandma laughed. “Milo works that line in every year. It’s his favorite Christmas movie.”

“It’s his favorite movie, period,” Alex said. “The dogs we had when I was growing up were named George and Bailey after the Jimmy Stewart character.”

“That’s right,” Milo said. “I got your grandmother to stock it at the store, too. The holiday movies are big sellers.”

Krista put down her fork, the better to concentrate on the conversation. “People buy movies at the nursery?”

“Not the nursery, the Christmas Shoppe,” Milo said.

Krista blinked, trying to dispel the haze clouding her brain. “What Christmas shop?”

“The one your grandmother runs next door to the nursery,” Milo said.

The fog Krista was trying to plow through got even thicker. Beside her, she could almost hear Alex asking why she hadn’t known about the store.

“We opened November first.” Grandma seemed to sit taller in her seat. “Our specialty is lighted yard art.”

Considering her grandmother’s love of Christmas, the shop was a logical extension of the nursery business. Had Krista really been so out of touch that the new venture hadn’t come up in conversation? She talked to her mother every month or so, although lately Krista made excuses to get off the phone when her mother started pressuring her to visit.

“Why don’t you come see the shop tomorrow, Krista?” Grandma asked. “If you want, you can even help. We have a lot going on.”

“Sure,” Krista said through a tight-lipped smile. She would prefer avoiding the nursery altogether but would never admit that to her grandmother.

“Great!” Her grandmother clapped her hands. “I’m going to love having you home! I might not let you go back after the new year.”

“If she stays that long,” her father muttered.

“Of course she’s staying!” Krista’s mother exclaimed. “It’s the holidays. There’s no reason for Krista to hurry back to Europe.”

Krista avoided looking at Alex. “Actually, there is. I’m supposed to meet friends in Switzerland the day after Christmas for a ski trip.”

“You can’t go back that soon!” Krista’s mother insisted.

Krista steeled herself against her mother’s protests. As soon as she was through with dinner, Krista intended to book her return flight. She wouldn’t be in Pennsylvania at all if her mother hadn’t manipulated her. “I already paid for the trip, Mom. The reservation’s nonrefundable.”

Krista’s mother stuck out her lower lip. “What if I were still in the hospital?”

“You’re not,” Krista’s father interjected. “Leave the girl alone, Ellie. If Krista has to go back, she has to go back.”

Krista reached for her glass of water to wash down the tight feeling in her throat. Next to her, she was aware of Alex watching her silently.

So much had changed since Krista had left Pennsylvania, yet one thing remained constant—her mother didn’t want her to leave, but her father couldn’t wait to shove her out the door.

Krista didn’t blame him, especially because she was the one who’d put him in the wheelchair.