She wasn’t as spry as she used to be, and neither was Elias, but they’d had a good life and, apart from a few health scares here and there over the years, they were both in good health, albeit old. Pippa’s eldest son Lucien and his wife Sabrina had been late arriving because they’d had to detour to the airport to pick their son, Alexander, and daughter, Olivia, up. They’d flown in late from Montana, where they’d been visiting with their cousins. Elias hadn’t let on, but he’d been relieved to see them because he’d discovered a hate for flying, many years ago on their trip to Europe. That trip held fond memories, despite Elias’ discovered fear of being in the air. She shook that memory free and watched Michael. Michael spoke to his youngest son, Joshua, who had just turned twenty-three and wanted to apply for the FBI. He had dreams of becoming an agent, which was why he majored in criminal psychology at college. His parents weren’t so keen, but Joshua could talk anyone into doing what he wanted, so Pippa knew he’d be an agent one day.
