Chapter 2The rain was already beating against the windshield in a steady tattoo by the time they pulled into the stone driveway of the summer cabin. Cara’s hands were at ten and two, her back stiff, and her face crestfallen as she pulled into the vacant spot in front of a cottage. The crunching sound of gravel made Rachel feel at home—her father had been in construction, and she’d driven over the same turf many times—but she could not relax. Not when Cara was still so upset.
“Shoot, shoot, shoot,” Cara said as she turned off the car. She put her hands over her face. Her white nail polish shimmered even in the low light and cascading rain across the windshield. “This is awful. Nothing is going as planned.”
“Hey now.” Rachel put a hand on Cara’s shoulder before she curled the hair over her
