I drank half of it before realizing how thirsty I was.

“My grandfather used to say that a good home is the place where you are allowed to be tired,” Edward remarked.

I looked down at the suitcase.

“I haven’t had one of those in a while.”

When Eva arrived, she climbed out of her car wearing a paint-splattered shirt and hurried straight into my arms.

We had known each other since community college.

She ran a small landscape-design studio, and she had never forgiven Callum for telling me that my part-time work arranging gardens was a distraction from being his wife.

“Come home with me,” she said.

“We’ll talk when you’ve eaten.”

Edward helped load my suitcase into Eva’s trunk.

Before he left, he handed me a business card.

“I no longer practice law,” he said.

“But if you need a referral, I know people who believe that being fair matters more than being powerful.”

I thanked him.