Caroline Brought Her Three Children to a Newport Hotel After an Invitation Came in the Mail

At five thirty, the long shadow of the brick chimney stretched across the stone tiles of the studio’s courtyard garden.

Caroline lifted a green zinc watering can and poured a steady stream of cold water into the dark soil of the potted boxwoods near the back brick archway.

The water ran off the glossy green leaves and pooled around the red clay rims of the pots.

Paige walked out onto the stone garden path, her brass key ring jingling in her hand.

She slid the heavy iron bolt across the front gate with a loud metallic click.