She had so many errands she didn’t know where to begin. Her current house, a summer bungalow, had no heating system. She needed to find a new place for her and Sam, but year-round rentals in the Heights and the Cove were hard to come by. When in doubt, ask the locals. She took the ten-minute walk to Isabelle’s home. The house smelled of apples and cinnamon. Isabelle sat at the kitchen table, enjoying what appeared to be her first free moment. The baby slept in his portable carrier and she looked half asleep herself. “You’re back early. Hell of a long flight for just two days.” Her eyes filled with moisture. “Did you get everything taken care of for the move?” Cheyanne slid into a chair. “Actually, that’s why I’m here.” Isabelle grabbed her hand. “Don’t you dare say you’re leaving before the summer ends.” “No. I need help with a few things.”
