As Lily carefully placed little Aranya into her crib, she allowed herself a moment to exhale and take it all in, now that she was finally alone. Cai had warned her—his family could be overwhelming.
But even his warning hadn't quite prepared her for the whirlwind she'd been thrown into the moment she stepped over the threshold. The Frosts were quite a bunch. They threw hugs around like Christmas confetti, spoke loudly and, more often than not, over each other. Their cross-conversations were so dizzying that she'd felt cross-eyed more than once, trying to keep up with everything. And yet, not for a moment, had she been felt out of place or a stranger to them. They asked her questions, yes, but it did not feel like an interrogation.
