Bright morning sunshine filled the room and warmed her skin. It was too bad the sun’s rays couldn’t also warm that chilly spot in her chest. Grace had to make the decision of a lifetime and she still didn’t know what to do. She’d risen early with the intent of doing some sightseeing, but Grace hadn’t been able to muster enough enthusiasm for anything more than a delicious breakfast of heirloom frittata at The Georgian Restaurant. Then she’d wandered from the restaurant over to the garden and there she’d sat for the last two hours. The night before had been eye opening for Grace on several levels. First, and perhaps the most shocking, was that Grace wanted a family of her own, and she wanted it sooner than later. Her hectic existence in New York hadn’t allowed her the time to stop and think about what she really wanted from life. After one night with Rachel and her family, Grace knew she was ready for a different kind of hectic life now. Grace wanted the kind of chaos that came with being a wife and mother.
