Her heart swelled and the words One Day at a Time rang through her mind. He was right. The last year had been a good one. It had started out awash in painful, heart-wrenching memories. The worst was of Marlie. She missed her sister each and every day and probably always would, but she had to admit, each and every day this past year had been better than the last. She crossed her fingers. Hoped her luck would last.
Smiling, she waved up to Tate, then tugged on the dog’s leash. “Come on, Rhaps,” she said, jogging back to the loft, “We’re going home.” Ridiculously she blinked against a sudden wash of tears, then repeated, her voice catching, “We’re finally going home.”