“Just the monthly facial,” Lina answered before turning to greet her father-in-law.

“Where are my beautiful grandchildren?” Mrs. Hunter asked. “I can’t believe I’ve gone six months without seeing them.” They’d visited over Christmas, but Phil had been too busy to travel down to Florida over spring break as originally planned.

“Megan is at graduation rehearsal…” Lina trailed off as Logan appeared from the front of the house and was enthusiastically greeted by his grandparents, who both were convinced he’d grown six inches since they last saw him. “Why don’t you help your grandpa with the bags?” Lina suggested.

“And where is Katie?” Mrs. Hunter whispered. Lina tried to speak to her mother-in-law weekly, so Mrs. Hunter was well versed on Katie’s progress.

“Upstairs—her room’s a mess, but it’s the type of battle I’m not supposed to fight.”

Mrs. Hunter squeezed her hand. “I’m just so thankful our prayers have been answered and she’s doing better. I’ll run up and say hello.”

Phil arrived moments later. “I told you not to worry about cooking.”

“I didn’t want to make your parents go out. I’m sure they’re tired after traveling.”

“They wouldn’t have minded.” He took a swallow from her wine glass. “Where is every…” He trailed off when they heard the door from the garage opening, and then Adele was entering the kitchen.

“Why aren’t either of you answering your cell phones?” Adele kissed Phil’s cheek and then Lina’s. Barely five foot three, Adele made up for her lack of height with enough energy to light up a small village. “Luckily I was showing a house down the street,” she continued. “Have you talked to Mom or Shiloh today?” Her gaze settled on Lina.

“Yes.” Lina averted her eyes.

“What’s going on?” Phil asked.

“She’s back with Julian,” Adele said.

“Fuck.” Phil ploughed his fingers back through his hair and gripped the back of his neck. “You knew?” he asked Lina.

“I was going to tell you after graduation.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said.

“Let’s go outside,” Phil said. “The kids don’t need to overhear this.”

“At least he doesn’t physically abuse her. We all know it could be worse,” Adele said as soon as the door was closed, alluding to Shiloh’s first husband, who had knocked her down a flight of stairs.

Lina crossed to the edge of the deck, staring mindlessly at the pool, aware of their low voices behind her but not attempting to listen to their conversation as tears filled her eyes. She had no solutions, no idea what to do to help Shiloh. She heard footsteps and then felt Phil’s strong arms wrapping around her from behind. “She has to see it herself,” he said against her ear. “We can’t keep her away from him.”

“I know. I just hate thinking of her with him.”

“Me too.” He tightened his hold on her. “I love you.”

“I’m okay,” she said, knowing he was worried about her. He always worried about her when an issue with Shiloh arose. “Do you want to stay for dinner?” Lina asked Adele as she turned back to the house.