LITMIR.BIZ

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awful. There were a lot of fond memories. Slowly she let the images unfold. The happy times when the three girls were younger, their early years in school, picnics along the riverbank, learning to ride a two-wheeler.

      No, it hadn’t been bad, and April might have been happier if she hadn’t focused so much on yearning to discover who her real family was instead of appreciating the one she had. She had desperately wished that one day a happy couple would drive up in a luxury limousine and claim her. They’d tell her the separation had been some horrific mistake, and they’d been searching for her all her life. How many hours had she spent dreaming that fantasy? And resented Maddie for keeping her from her parents.

      ELIZA HAD KNOWN her parents were dead. Her mother had died when Eliza was four, and her father before that. Jo’s parents had been druggies, her father in jail for attempted murder of her mother. Maybe it was better to have the fantasy than reality, April thought.

      She’d been abandoned as an infant, and Maddie had taken her in when she was only three months old. Taken April in and raised her until the State of Mississippi had abruptly moved the three girls to separate foster homes.

      April had missed Eliza and Jo so much when they’d been separated. She rubbed her fingertips, remembering the day they’d become blood sisters. Whose dumb idea had that been? Yet it had sealed their own friendship as nothing else could have. How could she have let so many years go by without making an effort to find them?

      Despite the close tie with her foster sisters and her reluctant respect for her foster mother, April had always felt a compelling need to find her biological family. She was registered with several Internet sites of adopted children looking for biological parents. Not that she’d been adopted, but if there was a chance her mother might be looking for her, she wanted to be out there.

      It was harder to do research from France. Her schedule was hectic, and beyond the adoption sites, her knowledge of tracing people was very limited. Over the years, she’d learned to deal with the disappointment of reaching dead ends, but always in the back of her mind was the question of why her parents had left her behind.

      Maybe it was time to go back to Maraville and reconnect with the only family she had known. Now that she’d talked to Eliza, April longed to see her again.

      Of course, if she decided to visit Mississippi, she’d have to rearrange her schedule, have her agent clear her calendar so she could spend a few weeks in the U.S.

      Too exhausted to worry about details, she turned over and drifted to sleep, thinking about Maraville. Whoever would have thought she’d feel nostalgic for a place she’d never liked.

      TWO WEEKS LATER April stepped off the airplane in New Orleans, the closest airport to Maraville. Walking into the terminal from the gate, she glanced around. Eliza had said she’d look for her at the baggage carousel.

      “April!” An excited voice called her name.

      A smile lit April’s face as she turned and recognized her old friend, the sister of her heart.

      “Eliza.” April rushed over to hug her. The years dropped away instantly, and they were once again like two teenagers, hugging, pulling back to look at each other, squealing. April felt close to tears.

      “Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re finally here,” Eliza said. “You don’t look any different from the last time I saw you. You’re gorgeous! It’s so good to see you.” She hugged April hard.

      “What have you been doing all this time? I like your shorter hair. You look fabulous. I can’t believe I’m here, either.” April felt like laughing and dancing and holding on to her friend so they’d never be parted again. They had had several transatlantic telephone calls to catch up on the highlights of their lives, but that hadn’t been enough. April knew they’d be talking for days.

      “Welcome back to Mississippi,” a deep male voice said.

      April looked beyond Eliza and saw Cade Bennett. He’d been Eliza’s main squeeze when they were in high school. That had ended right before the three teenagers had been separated. Now they were back together.

      “Cade? Cade Bennett!” Releasing Eliza, she reached out to hug him. “You’re looking fine.” She’d always thought he was one of the best-looking guys in their high school. Eliza had been lucky to date him back then.

      He hugged her back, then let go. A slow smile lit his face as he looked at Eliza.

      “I drove Eliza in to get you,” he said.

      “We’re engaged.” Eliza flashed a diamond ring in April’s face.

      “I thought you said—”

      “As of a couple of days ago,” Eliza broke in. “Let’s get your luggage and head for home. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it later.”

      “Glad you’re sparing my ears,” Cade said, taking Eliza’s hand in his, lacing their fingers.

      When they were on the highway heading for Maraville, April leaned forward from the back seat. “Tell me about Maddie. Your last phone call said she was out of the ICU and into a regular room. How much longer before she gets out of the hospital altogether?”

      “A few weeks, according to her doctor,” Eliza told her. “They’re still trying to find the right dose of blood-pressure medication to reduce the chance of another stroke. The physical therapist is working to get her mobile again, and she also has a speech therapist. She really can’t talk at all, only garbled sounds. It’s called aphasia,” Eliza explained. “But she seems to understand everything we say.”

      “She’s doing better than originally expected,” Cade added.

      “I know,” Eliza agreed, “but it’s still awful to see her so ill. Remember how indomitable she seemed?”

      “Of course, General Attila,” April said drily.

      Eliza smiled. “She’s older now. Seems frail. You’ll be surprised when you see her.” She squeezed April’s hand. “But tell me about you. Are you better?”

      April leaned back and sighed softly. “Not entirely. I have no energy. The doctor said I’m fine, but what does he know. Anyway, I figure I can laze around and do nothing here as easily as Paris. My agent rearranged some of my assignments, got me out of a couple due to illness. I may have to take a few naps. Darn it, I hate being so lethargic all the time.”

      “There’s not a lot to do here except visit Maddie,” Eliza said. “It’s when she comes home that I may need help. So rest up. You can stay awhile, right?”

      “For a few weeks anyway. When are you two getting married?”

      “When I know Maddie will be okay on her own.”

      “Unless we move up the date and take care of Maddie together,” Cade said.

      April watched as Eliza gave him a loving smile. For a moment envy struck. She had never had that kind of devotion from either of her husbands. When Cade’s sister committed suicide, something had driven Eliza and Cade apart, but it looked as if that rift was totally mended.

      April couldn’t picture anyone else with her friend. She wondered what had happened to Eliza’s fiancé from Boston as she let her head fall back on the seat cushion and closed her eyes. She smiled to herself. Maybe being married twice wasn’t any more egregious than being engaged to two men in the same month.

      “APRIL?” Eliza shook her gently. “Wake up, we’re home.”

      Slowly April came awake and looked out the window. They had reached the old house she’d grown up in. She stared at the place, noting the peeling paint, the riotous flower gardens, the freshly mowed grass. Surprisingly, tears came. She was home.

      “It needs work,” Eliza explained when April climbed from the car and cast an appraising glance at the front of the house. “Especially to get the clearances and approvals we need to open the home for unwed pregnant teens that

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