Years passed, the way they always do, quietly and without asking permission.The grandchildren grew. Elena Aria was no longer a baby. She was walking, then running, then talking in full sentences that surprised everyone with how much she noticed. She had Hope's sharp eyes and a stubborn streak that Aria recognized immediately. She had also inherited her grandmother's habit of asking impossible questions at the worst possible moments, like why the sky was blue and why people had to die and why the garden had so many roses when they all looked the same. Aria answered the questions she could and let the others wait.There were more grandchildren now. Hope had a second child, a boy named David, after Aria's father. D.J. and Elise had a daughter and then a son. The house filled up on holidays and birthdays and ordinary Sundays when everyone decided to come over at once. The noise was different than it had been when Aria's children were small. It was deeper now, more voices and more lives a
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