It was as if a piece of her, the best piece, was gone. It was a huge gaping hole in her heart, and the biggest problem she’d ever faced. Needing to keep up some semblance of normalcy, she walked into Creative Interiors, the second biggest problem in her life.

Everyone agreed the fires were arson, but they remained unsolved. Now someone had stolen money from her mom and aunt right beneath their noses, probably someone she knew, and in all likelihood loved. Maybe even her own mother—which maybe made it not stealing at all.

Hell, she was so confused.

Everyone was at the store, and Summer attempted a broad smile. Attempted but did not achieve.

Tina put down a box and moved closer. “Darling?”

Camille was right behind her. “Summer, what is it?”

Be strong. Be sure.

Instead, she burst into tears.

Everyone shoved close—Camille, Tina, Chloe, the twins, even Stella and Gregg, who’d been bolstered by Camille and Tina’s adamance of their innocence and had been working harder than ever.

Summer sniffed and looked around at the kind, friendly faces. “I screwed up.”

“What? Honey, no you didn’t. You’re helping us, remember? You’re doing a great job.”

“With Joe. I screwed up a great thing with Joe, just because I was scared.”

“Oh.” Camille let out a long breath, going typically silent in the face of deep emotion.

“I once walked away from a great thing,” Tina said, stroking Summer’s hair. “I was too afraid to go for it.”

“Who?” Chloe wanted to know.

Tina looked at her daughter. “Your dad.”

Chloe gasped. “I thought he walked away from you! He was an artist. He left you and went to France.”

“He wanted me to go with him.” Tina sighed. “My biggest regret.”

“I too walked away from a great thing once.”

Everyone stared in shock at Camille, who’d spoken.

Her smile was a little shaky. “Actually, twice.”

“Twice?” Summer asked.

“Your dad had to chase me.”

“Once,” Tina said. “He chased you once. You were fifteen.”

“The second time wasn’t Tim. It was more recent.” At that, Camille’s eyes locked on Summer’s.

And she realized who. Kenny. She’d walked away from Kenny.

“And I regret it greatly,” Camille admitted, gently stroking Summer’s hair. “Don’t live with regrets, honey. It’s just not worth it.”

“Madeline and I warned you about your horoscope,” Diana said. “Remember?”

Madeline nodded with her twin. Yes, they’d warned Summer.

“The only warning you gave me was to not get out of bed.”

“Or something bad would happen. Which it did.”

There was no arguing with Diana.

“I don’t have a regret.” Chloe flashed them the tiny braid of gold on her finger. “It’s a promise ring. Braden’s going to go back to school to become an accountant. We’re going to make a real life, no matter what happens.”