With one revelation, her world will shift forever.
Rebecca has everything she ever dreamed of in life: a family, a beautiful home and good friends. When Callie moves into the house across the street, Rebecca is quick to welcome the young writer into the tightly-knit community of Autumn Leaves. She has no idea that Callie will confront her with a truth about herself she might not be ready to face.
All Callie wanted was to flee the big city and finish her latest book in peace, but life in the small town comes with unexpected temptation and danger.
“I’m not dating anyone at the moment,” Callie said. There was always a little teasing in her voice whenever that subject was broached. Today, Rebecca could deal with it. She had a very good Saturday morning that had indeed made up for holding the fort all alone for two weeks.
“Is it okay if I just bring myself? Or is it going to be awkward?”
“Oh, no, of course not. I want you to meet David.”
“I know one thing about him already.”
“He’s got good taste in women.”
Rebecca shook her head, rather flattered than mortified. “Wouldn’t he just love to hear that. I’m sorry, I have to run. Come at seven, bring yourself. There’s gonna be food, wine and a little small-town gossip.”
She didn’t quite know why she kept doing this. Rebecca loved living in Autumn Leaves. It seemed like she had to say things like this as a pre-emptive strike. Not that Callie had complained about anything regarding her new home.
“That’s great. Thank you so much.”
“Come on. It’s just dinner.”
Callie had followed her outside on the porch, laying a hand on Rebecca’s arm as she spoke. “No, I mean, really thank you. In the days I’ve spent here, people have been okay to me. Polite. You were the only one making an effort.”
“Yes, you did. I just want you to know I’m not taking it for granted.”
Rebecca was aware that at that moment, a lot of unspoken things hovered in the air between them, things that had nothing to do with Callie’s life choices or what Rebecca thought of them. There was more, but there was no time to go there now.
“David has to go back on the road on Wednesday. How about we talk more then, have a girls’ night out? Well,” she corrected herself, “Girls’ afternoon out anyway. Can’t stay out late on a school night.”
Callie smiled gratefully. “I’d love that.”
Rebecca wondered if a hug might be misunderstood in this situation. Unsure about it, she aborted the impulse, just smiled back at her young neighbor, and turned to leave.