April had given Junie the beautifully decorated guest room. Her daughter had been staying with April and Calvin until her mother, known as Nana to her daughters, became ill. When April returned, Junie had come with her. Given Junie’s situation, she would probably be here longer, and April wanted her to feel comfortable.
Cycling along the shore to the sound of crashing waves, April thought about her daughters. Although Junie was slowly healing from Mark’s death, she was still at a crossroads. Her eldest daughter Maileah worked in technology marketing in Seattle. She had always been closer to her father. Sometimes April wondered if Maileah was still jealous that Junie was born. As a two-year-old, she’d thrown a fit.
But no, that was a silly thought. They were both grown women, though they
