Just before 8 a.m., Rayna's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter just as she was finishing her second cup of tea, knowing Ruby would be in Florittle any moment after flying for eighteen hours.
She'd woken up early, too restless to sleep in, but now, as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the little bungalow in Florittle, the reason behind her racing heart became clear.
She had been worried sick about Ruby. She grabbed her phone and slid her finger across the screen to answer.
"Ray," Ruby's voice came through, soft but tired, "I just got to the airport. I'll find a cab and head straight to you. Are you home?"
Rayna's heart flipped with relief immediately. She'd thought Ruby wouldn't be arriving until an hour later.
"Oh, thank God. I've been worried sick! Are you okay? How was the trip? Did anyone follow you? You're not dizzy or hungry or—"
