Lisa smiled, her eyes narrowing. You always said not to go too high, but then you gave me a hard shove that made me squeal.

The memory floated between them, sweet and heavy with nostalgia.

As they continued driving, Margaret noticed they had passed the turn that would have taken them to San Pines.

Confusion spread across her face. “You missed the turn, darling,” she asked. “We’re not going to San Pines today.” “Mom,” Lisa replied, a curious smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Margaret’s heart raced with uncertainty. “But I thought, just a little farther,” Lisa said, approaching Pat Margaret’s. “And we’re almost there.”