With a sigh, Skye slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder, grabbed the big cardboard box on her coffee table, and headed downstairs to her red Subaru Forester. Storing the box in the back, she took Lincoln Street out to Curtis Park, one of the oldest neighborhoods in Denver.

The beige duplex on West 23rd was older, with a pointed roof, dark brown shutters, and a covered front porch. The property, which appeared to be in very nice condition, was enclosed by a wrought-iron fence, the yard well-maintained.

Callie and Lila had just moved in. Lila had gotten a job with an accountant, while Callie had registered for the spring semester at the local community college to finish the courses she needed to graduate. In the meantime, she was working as an assistant to an older woman who wrote children’s books.

Skye unloaded the box from the car and carried it onto the porch. Since the duplex wasn’t furnished, the women had been taking donations from family members, everything from a sofa and chairs to mattresses. Conn had an attic full of old furniture he had gladly volunteered, including some very pretty antiques.

Skye was contributing household items—pots, pans, towels, things she had picked up at the local Target. She balanced the box on her knee and knocked on the door. Callie pulled it open and grabbed the box.

“Come on in.” Callie grinned, clearly happy with her new accommodations.

“How’s it going?” Skye asked, following her into the living room. Skye could see the work the women had done. The sofa and chair, covered with a pale green flowered throw, sat in front of a faux-brick fireplace that held a pretty potted plant. A patterned foam-green rug sprawled under a walnut coffee table. Several framed posters of flowers hung on the walls.

“We’re almost settled.” Callie carried the box into the kitchen and set it down on a round oak table with four matching chairs. Skye recognized the table from when she and her family had occupied Conn’s old Victorian.

“It looks great, Callie. I’m so happy for you.” Skye leaned over and hugged her.

Her sister’s blue eyes welled with tears. “If it hadn’t been for you and Edge—”

“Hey. All of that’s behind you. Nothing but sunny days ahead.”

Callie smiled. “A little rain is just part of life, but moving in here with Lila has really been fun. Oh, and I heard from Molly. She still won’t tell me where she is, but for now, she seems okay.” Callie opened the box and started putting the pots and pans away. “These are great, thanks.”

When she finished, she turned and looked at Skye. “So what about Edge? Is he still in Kentucky? Is he going to come back or stay there?”

Skye managed not to glance away. “He’s back where he belongs, Callie. At least that’s what I tell myself.”