Left. Left. Left. Left.<em>Oh, this one looks cute,</em>Raine Atwater thought as her finger swiped right. She closed the app and tossed her phone on her purse. She'd long ago run out of small talk for the Lyft driver and he'd moved on to humming offkey. She'd poked around on Insta and texted her mom. She'd even gotten on Tinder out of sheer boredom. The drive from the Seattle airport had always felt like it took days, but when she had been a child, she'd always had Grandma and Ember and Gale to look forward to. Somehow, the two hours felt even longer now. But now, she didn't have anything to look forward to. Her cousins were off doing who knew what - she hadn't talked to either in months. And Grandma, the woman who had named Raine and loved her through her childhood, was gone.<br/><br/><em>Why the hell am I going out here,</em>Raine wondered. Why was she doing this to herself? She hadn't been here since she was twelve. Before then, she'd spent weeks here every summer, laughing and playing with her cousins, or sitting in Grandma's fancy study and listening to stories of ancestors. But then the visits had stopped. Raine had gotten older, and her parents had started taking family vacations instead of sending her to Washington during the summer. She had been okay with it because Gale and Ember weren't going to be there either. Eventually, she'd gotten distracted by summer jobs or boyfriends, and then college. And even though she had still spoken with Grandmama on the phone a few times a year, she never had seen their family's matriarch in person again.<br/><br/>Raine pursed her lips. Maybe this had been a bad idea. She could have used the money she'd saved from graduation presents to go somewhere else.  After Raine was been bridesmaid for the seventh time since she'd finished college, she'd had to get away. Dallas had suddenly felt like it was choking her. She'd gone to college at S.M.U. and watched most of her friends, who had joked that they were there for their "Mrs. degree," fall in love and get married, right on cue. But Raine had been restless, unable to settle down. Something felt incomplete. She hadn't stayed with any boyfriend for more than a couple of months. She'd gotten a useless degree and didn't know what she was going to do with it. She worked as a barista and it was okay, but it wasn't where she wanted to be in a year. And now her mom was pressuring her to find direction. So Raine had decided time away might be a good idea. But why here? Why here and why now, after over a decade?<br/><br/>The scenery started to change, and Raine's heart beat faster. She asked the driver to stop the car, hopping out and running to the edge of the brook. Her lips curved into a smile. This was why she'd come here. It was this feeling of<em>belonging</em>she'd been craving. There had always been acceptance here on Grandma's land.<br/><br/>Raine dipped her hand in the water, letting the flowing clear liquid slide between her fingers like silk. Laughter bubbled in her, and as she stood back up, she plucked a flower from the bank and tucked it into her braid. She spun in a circle and let the laughter spill out, and then went back to the driver. "Thank you for stopping," she told him as she slipped back into the car, excited as she looked ahead and saw the light filtering through the thick copse of trees that was on either side of the narrow roadway.<br/><br/>Five minutes later, the driveway to the grand old lakehouse was in view and Raine was frowning. Why was there a car in the driveway? And a motorcycle? There were two people talking, and Raine tilted her head as she first noticed the old man.  And then... the younger one turned around. "Oh, my God," she squealed as she hopped out of the car, barely even waiting for it to fully stop. "Oh my God," she shouted again as she ran into the arms of her cousin. "Gale!"