Nora's POV
I drop the antique tea set in the car and grab my medication before heading inside. The sight of multiple vehicles crowding my driveway catches me off guard, and it takes a moment before I recognize them as James's collection. His beloved Warren remains safely tucked away in the Chicago garage, waiting until our new house is complete with its own proper garage.
"Hey there." I slip through the front door, quickly shutting it behind me.
"How did all these cars end up here?"
"Cars don't drive themselves yet," Antonia calls out, gliding in from the living room with her usual dramatic flair. "Though I suppose that would make things interesting."
She's stunning in a flowing floral dress, her dark hair cascading down her back like silk. "Shocked to see me?"
"Completely," I admit, eyes widening. I set the tea service on the kitchen counter. "It's still daylight."
"Is it now? How observant of you."
