It's a deal laid out in the open, nothing to be tangled up about.
Sierra Summers still remembers how she was almost entranced by Ethan Summers' stories.
It's really complicated.
Coming back this time to see Grandma, Sierra Summers was truly coming home.
The Jennings Family is one home for her, and the Summers Family is another.
In Sierra Summers' memory, Grandma Jennings was someone who could do almost anything—cooking, gardening, even sewing clothes by herself.
And it seemed that time and age had hardly left any marks on her.
Describing Grandma Jennings as a beauty in twilight just doesn't fit.
Sierra Summers dragged her suitcase, walking faster and faster, eager to see Grandma.
Straight ahead, then turn the corner.
The second house on the left.
The garden was in full bloom, and Sierra Summers' lips curled into a smile as she quickened her pace, not noticing the man standing across the garden.
"Sierra?"
