“Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

Cali heard the quaver of concern in Nick’s voice as he pulled the car into the entrance of their destination. With Andrea reading in the back seat, they’d had to be careful what they said in the one hour drive up to Baltimore. It didn’t matter. They’d talked of nothing else for the last twenty-four hours.

As miraculous as the news of their unexpected reunion was, Cali was absolutely sure she wouldn’t find peace until she paid a difficult visit to her pained past. Only then would the new family of three be free to move forward with their lives together.

“I’m positive.”

Nick didn’t take his eyes off the winding gravel path he’d turned onto, letting the tree-lined private road weave them through stately rows of headstones to the secluded haven at the back of the cemetery. It was a place Cali had spent many hours in the past.

She used to come often, first to visit what she now knew to be the empty grave of her lost baby girl and later to pay respects to her mother. She had cried more tears in this peaceful haven than she cared to admit.

In the two weeks that had passed since she’d learned the shocking truth of her daughter’s existence, Cali’s emotions had run the gamut, fluctuating wildly between grateful awe at the miracle of it all and blinding anger, usually aimed at her parents. Since her mother was already dead, her father took the brunt of her anger.

How could he have done this to her? She just couldn’t fathom how he’d looked at her, spoken to her… hell, watched her bring flowers and cry over what he knew to be an empty grave. All the while, he’d remained silent.

Well, today, he would be giving her answers. Today, he would no longer be able to hide behind his bold-faced lies.

Nick pulled the family van to a stop several hundred feet before the final bend in the drive that would lead to the Petros family plots. She’d drawn a rudimentary map for him the night before after filling him in on her plan for the next day. He’d done his best to dissuade her from putting herself through the emotional upheaval this meeting would bring, but Cali couldn’t bring herself to call it off.

She needed answers, and there was only one person alive who had them.

Once parked, Nick finally turned to face Cali, worry etched on his face.

“At least let me go with you,” he begged.

She was already shaking her head. “I need to do this alone.”

“I don’t like this.”

Hearing the love and concern in his voice helped Cali soften her reply. “I know, and I really am sorry for that. I honestly don’t know what to expect, but I just know I have to confront him on my own.”

“You promise to text me the second you need me, right?”

“I promise.” Patting her pocket, she confirmed she’d brought her cell phone.

Cali’s right hand was on the door handle when Nick grabbed her left hand, holding her in the vehicle until she turned back to face him.

“Remember how much we love you and…” he paused, looking pained before bravely adding the words they had fought over the night before. “We wouldn’t have met if he hadn’t done what he did.”

She saw the sadness in his eyes and knew her continued anger at her father for robbing her of eight years with her daughter hurt her fiancé deeply. They were both so raw from the events of the previous months.

Nick couldn’t help feeling grateful for her parent’s deception any more than she could help her anger at their betrayal. She knew she was walking a tightrope of emotions, furious at her lost time and yet so grateful that God had brought their family together.

Intellectually, she knew Nick was right. She hadn’t been ready to be a mother at sixteen. She probably wouldn’t have gone to college. She wouldn’t have met Kevin, and therefore, she would have almost certainly never met Nick, the man she loved with all of her heart. He was a good and honorable man—a fabulous father—a fantastic lover.

They were truly blessed.

So why couldn’t she just let her parents’ deception go and move on to live her new fairytale life?

Cali finally squeezed Nick’s hand back, trying to reassure him. “I love you too, and I really am so grateful we’re a family now. I don’t know how I know, but I just won’t be able to move on until I confront him. Please… try to understand.”

“I do understand. I just don’t want you to open old wounds. I want to be the one who helps you heal.”

Cali leaned across the center console to plant a quick kiss on Nick’s sexy lips. He took advantage of her proximity to pull her closer.

“Believe it or not, this is part of the healing process for me, Nick. I need answers before I can close this part of our story.”

He caught her lips in one more quick kiss before pulling back, signaling he’d finally watch her leave for her meeting with her father. He’d be parked far enough away, he wouldn’t be able to hear the resulting confrontation, but he’d be close enough to swoop in and help her if she needed him.

And for that she was grateful.

A cool spring breeze met her as she exited the van. There was a storm forming in the west, matching her mood perfectly. Cali pulled the cardigan she’d worn around her tighter, hugging her middle, self-consciously trying to hold it together long enough to get answers she so desperately needed.

As she rounded the final curve in the path through the stately graveyard, she saw her father was already waiting for her at their arranged meeting place. Her footsteps faltered. She arrived twenty minutes early intentionally, wanting the time at her mother’s grave to gather her final thoughts before confronting her remaining parent.

As if sensing her arrival, her father looked up to see her approaching. Even at a distance, she could see the tears on his ruddy cheeks. Calista proceeded slowly, in part to gather her thoughts but more because the stark vision of a man who was a mere shell of his former self alarmed her.

As she approached, George Petros pulled a hankie from his coat jacket to blow his nose, ironically attempting to hide his tears from his daughter. If he could have read her mind, he’d left the tears visible. They did more to soften Calista’s anger than any words he might choose to say in their upcoming confrontation.

“Father.” It was the only salutation she could muster as she came to a halt a few feet from him.

“Hello, my Olympia.”

Long gone were the ‘daddies’ and ‘Cali’s’ from her youth. Those familiar terms of endearment had been absent from their strained relationship since the heated disagreements eight years before had set them on the bumpy path they found themselves on today. She found it ironic that now when she had more reason to be angry at him than before, she missed her daddy more than ever.

They stood in awkward silence—Calista unsure of the right words to break open the wounds festering between them, her father not understanding why she’d called him to meet here of all places.

Cali glanced away, focusing instead on the two graves they stood in front of. It felt so different being here again, knowing now her baby’s casket was empty. As angry as she was at the lost time, she took a moment to thank God for Andrea’s life. Her anger softened as a rush of love and relief washed over her at realizing she now had an adorable, living face for the infant she’d mourned.

“I’m so very sorry, Calista.” His voice broke with emotion, but his words sparked her anger anew.

Turning to him, she confronted her parent. “What is it, exactly, you’re sorry for, Dad?”

Startled at her harsh tone, he looked up, alarm in his eyes. She waited for his shaky response. “For so many things.”

They were in a stare down. Not ready to let him off the hook yet, she pressed him. “Name just one.”

“I’m sorry I killed your mother.”

His confession shook her. It was unexpected.

“Mom died of a heart attack. I hardly think that was your fault,” she countered, confused at her own instinct to defend the man she was so angry with.

“Of course it was. She died of a broken heart. She couldn’t forgive…” His words cut off abruptly.

“Forgive what?”

Her dad took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “Not what. Who.” He paused long enough she wondered if he’d finish his reply. When he continued, it was a mere whisper. “She couldn’t forgive me for driving the wedge between you and us.”

“It’s a bit more than a wedge. It’s a damn cavern.”

“Yes, I didn’t handle your pregnancy well.”

She scoffed. “You think? You treated me like I embarrassed you. Like you were ashamed of me!”

“No! I was never ashamed of you, Calista. Never,” he defended.

“You could have fooled me! You refused to let me go to school once I started showing. We stopped going to church. Hell, the last two months, I didn’t leave the house even once, not until it was time to go to the hospital. Those aren’t the actions of someone who wasn’t ashamed.” She’d raised her voice until she ended in a shout. Her parent responded in kind.

“Of course I was ashamed but not of you! Of myself, for failing to protect you. Of my family. It was my nephew who hurt you. I should have been there! Your grandparents… my brother… so many people I trusted failed you.”

He’d never said those words before.

“Dad, only Angelo was responsible for his actions.”

“No! There’s plenty of blame to go around. And yes, I was furious, but at the men in my family, not you, Calista. Never you.”

“Forgive me, but it sure as hell didn’t seem like it back then. You barely spoke to me after I got home. The only time you talked to me was to remind me I had to hide the pregnancy as if it were a curse.”

“Of course it was a curse! You were fifteen, barely sixteen, when you delivered. You were still a child yourself.”

Knowing the perfection that was Andrea, she couldn’t let his comment stand. “That innocent baby was never a curse. She was perfect!”

Fresh tears sprang to his eyes as he finally broke their visual connection to look away towards the dark clouds rolling closer. Thunder rumbled in the distance, matching the storm brewing between them.

“She was perfect. You’re right about that,” he answered finally.

Cali stepped closer, grabbing his forearm through his coat as she asked the question burning between them. “How could you do it, Father?” she accused.

When he looked back at her, she saw the panic in his eyes. Still, he wasn’t ready to acknowledge his deepest sin.

“I don’t know…”

“Stop! Enough lies. I came here today for the truth. Finally, the truth.”

His fear was palpable. She glared at him until he finally answered.

“I knew that damn private detective showing up with questions was the beginning of the end.”

His words were ironic because to Calista, the truth wasn’t the end. On the contrary, it felt like her life had really just begun. Still, she wasn’t ready to let him off the hook yet.

“How could you watch me come here, again and again, knowing her grave was empty?”

He flinched, recognizing she did indeed know his most shameful secret.

“It broke my heart to see you in pain.”

“Pain you caused. Why?”

“I did it for you. Don’t you see? You were too young.”

“That wasn’t your decision! It was my life.”

“I did what I thought was best for you. I wanted you to have choices. College. A career. Marriage. Other children.”

“And how did that work out, Dad? Here I am with a dead husband. No new baby.”

His tears were back. “I know, Calista. And I never dreamed I’d lose both you and your mother over my choice that day. She never forgave me, you know. The stress of hiding the lie we couldn’t undo and watching your pain refusing to fade, it drove her to this very grave.”

Until that moment, Cali had placed the blame for their deception on her parents equally. They had both been vocal about their wanting her to put her baby up for adoption. In the weeks since she’d found out Andrea was alive, she’d assumed her parents had shared the blame equally for their lies.

“I need answers.”

“Cali…”

“No, I deserve answers. Babies don’t just disappear out of hospitals without their mother’s knowing what happened to them. For now, forget about the why. I need to know how you did it.”

The older man’s face fell. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, but we can’t separate the how and the why. Even now, knowing what it would cost me, I’m not sure I could have chosen anything different on that day.”

“How can you possibly say that? You lost your whole family that day with that one decision!”

“Yes.” He swayed on his feet, and for a moment, she thought he might topple over. Cali resisted the urge to reach out to steady him.

His tone changed as if he were reading from an old storybook from the past. “I was sitting in the waiting room while your mother went into the delivery room with you. We’d been at the hospital for over twelve hours, at that point, I guess. You’d been in such pain, and I sat in that damn room, so angry at Angelo and my family… angry at myself, for failing you. Wishing I could just go back in time and keep you home the summer before.”

Cali had to bite her tongue to keep from interrupting him. She gave him time to continue.

“I’d been out there waiting about an hour I guess when the young woman who’d checked us in at admissions when we’d arrived came into the waiting room. She addressed me by name and told me to follow her. She said she had an update for me on your condition.

“I so terrified something bad had happened, I would have followed her anywhere to get answers. We wound away from the maternity ward, through the emergency room entrance, finally ending at the small chapel in the middle of the hospital. As soon as we went in, I started crying because I was just sure she’d brought me there to break the news to me that you’d died in childbirth.”

“That’s crazy! Mom would have come out to tell you if there’d been a problem like that.”

“Believe me. I’ve replayed that day over in my head a thousand times, and I know that now, but at the time, all I could think about was my baby was in pain.”

It felt odd having her father call her his baby. She hadn’t felt like his baby in a very long time.

“Anyway, the young woman introduced herself, but I was so upset I missed all the details. All I remember hearing her say was she could see what a great father I was—how worried I looked for your wellbeing. She commented about how hard it must be to watch my sixteen-year-old, unwed daughter giving birth.

“When I figured out she didn’t have any update on your delivery, I got angry. I turned to leave, but that was when she called out she might have a solution to my problem.”

“My baby wasn’t a problem!”

“Yes, Calista it was.”

“She, Dad. My baby wasn’t an it. She was a perfect baby girl.”

“I didn’t mean…”

“Yes, you did. That was your biggest mistake. You never saw her as a living, breathing part of me. You only saw her as this sin. But I carried her inside me. I felt her moving. I sang songs to her and read her books. I felt every hiccup… every kick. She was alive, and she was part of me, not just Angelo. And when you let me believe she had died, a part of me died too.”

Her words stunned him into silence, so she continued.

“To you, I was your baby, but don’t you see? She was my baby. Mine. You didn’t have the right to take her away from me.”

New tears streamed down his face as he finally apologized. “I’m so sorry, Calista. If only I could go back and walk out the door of that chapel, I would. Maybe then your mother would be here with us, and I wouldn’t have to tell you how sorry I am you’ll never know your daughter.”

For the first time that day, Calista felt her own pang of guilt. This time, she was the one with the power to relieve his grief, but she wasn’t prepared to let him off the hook. Not yet.

“What could that woman possibly say to you that could convince you to break my heart? How much did she pay you?”

“Nothing! I didn’t sell my granddaughter! I really did think I was giving her a better life. A life you weren’t in a position to give her.”

“That’s such a load of crap.”

“Is it? You were a sophomore in high school. How would you care for a baby and finish your schooling? And what about college? Marriage? This woman and her husband had been trying for several years to have a child. They’d prayed for a baby. He had a good job. They owned a house. They would love your little girl.”

“And you just believed her? What if she lied to you?” Cali had the advantage of knowing Veronica had lied. She’d played her father to secure her own future with Nick. The baby had merely been a means to an end for her.

“I didn’t believe her at first. I was ready to walk out. To rush back to try to get an update on you, but that’s when it happened.” He cut off abruptly. His expression changed to an unreadable glare. He glanced away, looking up at the sky and then down at his wife’s grave.

Cali had to prod him on. “What happened?”

He refused to look back at her. “You won’t believe me. Your mother never did. It’s why she couldn’t forgive me.”

“What? Just spit it out! I deserve answers. What could have possibly happened that would make you just give away my baby without talking to me about it first?”

He took a deep, shuddering breath as if he were steeling himself to say hard words.

“So much time has passed. I’ve wondered myself if I’d imagined it. If maybe in my desperation to find a solution to getting you your old life back, I’d dreamt the whole thing, but I know it happened. I know because when I get to my lowest points, I… well…” He paused before finally finishing, “I relive it in my dreams, over and over. In many ways, it’s like it happened yesterday. Those dreams are the only thing that bring me comfort.”

His veiled explanation was pissing her off. “What happened, Dad? Just spit it out.”

A long moment passed before he answered with one confusing word.

“God.”

For the first time that day, her father’s face softened with a new peace hadn’t been there before.

“God…” she repeated flatly. “What about God?”

Her parent lifted his gaze to hers and answered, “He was there. He told me to trust her.”

Calista was a Christian. She’d prayed to God many times in her life for answers. If she were truthful, it was usually in anger. Anger for his taking her baby from her. Her mother from her. Even her cheating husband in the weeks right after Kevin’s accident. She’d placed the blame on God at times in her darkest hours, but never… not once… had she gone so far as to voice her accusation as if he were in the room.

“Very funny. What really happened? And don’t try to shift the blame onto someone who couldn’t possibly be here to defend himself.”

“You weren’t there. It was…” he paused, searching for the right word and finally coming out with, “…miraculous.”

“Enough! Stop with the nonsense…”

“Listen to me. I know it sounds crazy, but…” He was desperate, reaching out to latch onto her arms and tug her closer, refusing to let her leave.

“But what?”

“The chapel was dark. It was in the middle of the building. There were no windows. I glanced around when we arrived, and it was empty. The only light came from a few small scones on the walls leaving the space in an eerie shadow. That was until…”

“Until what?” She had to prod him again.

“I’d turned from the altar and was walking back to the door. The young woman grabbed on to my arm and was begging me to listen to her. We were almost to the door when the room grew bright. Only it wasn’t like someone had turned on the normal lights. It was more like… like someone was shining a spotlight on us from above, only we were in the middle of the building. There were many floors of hospital rooms above us. When I turned back towards the altar, all the candles were lit. I’m certain they hadn’t been just minutes before because I remember thinking that maybe I should light a candle for you while I was there.”

Calista was truly stunned by the length her father was going to in order to cover up his actions years before. He was many things, but she never dreamed he’d go to such lengths to come up with a crazy story to try to justify his actions.

“Do you hear how insane you sound? Do you honestly think I’m going to believe—“

Her father cut her off. “I swear to you, it happened. And that wasn’t all. I’d entered that chapel panicked… depressed… worried. In the space of a few seconds, all that changed, and I felt a peace wash over me unlike any I’ve felt before or after.”

“So, poof! God just showed up?”

Her father’s fingers dug into her arm through her sweater. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me, but I know what I felt. I may not have seen him, but I didn’t need to see him to know he was there. It was like the magic on Christmas Eve, I could just feel him.”

“You sound crazy, you know that?”

“I do know, but it doesn’t matter. You asked for the truth, and I’m trying to give it to you. In those few minutes standing in that chapel, I saw a vision of you and your future family, and you looked so happy. There was another little girl with you. Your future daughter. And the man who was hugging both of you looked so happy. I don’t know who he was, but I believe with all of my heart he’s out there somewhere, waiting for you Calista.

“I was confused when you brought Kevin home a couple of years ago because he didn’t look anything like the man in my vision. And he sure as hell never looked at you with the kind of love like in my dream, not even on your wedding day. It all puzzled me, but in the months since Kevin’s death, the vision from that day has returned. Stronger. Clearer. It’s how I know that something… someone better… is still out there. I know I can never get your daughter back, but I just have to believe you will find happiness. You’ll get your family in the future.”

Somewhere in the middle of her father’s rambling story, the seed of awe she’d first felt the fateful day they’d discovered Andrea was indeed her biological daughter exploded inside her own chest, spilling a new warmth through her chilled body. As if to accentuate the moment, a bright flash of lightning lit the darkened sky before a loud crack of powerful thunder shook the ground under their feet.

Calista turned her father’s words around in her head, letting them seep down to her heart, thawing her anger.

She and Nick had spent hours hashing through the events leading up to the fateful moment they’d met, searching for some logical explanation for how they’d been brought together. She suspected many, if not most, would call their meeting a coincidence. Maybe just good luck.

But in the quiet of the night as they’d clung to each other, she and Nick had both confessed their belief only God could have truly set such a complicated plan in motion years before. Still, it was one thing to admit her faith to Nick, the only other person alive directly impacted by the ruse Veronica and her parents had put into motion.

Now, to hear her father echo her own belief was surreal. That he’d felt a spiritual intervention even back on the day of his fateful decision rocked Cali to her core.

He broke through her thoughts. “I know. You think I’m crazy, just like your mother did. Oh, how I’ve wished she’d been there, too. My vision is the only thing that’s brought me any comfort all of these years.”

“So you really believe it then?” she asked, suddenly wanting more than anything to believe her father.

His gaze was steady, serene for the first time that day. “With every fiber of my being. I wish I knew when or how, but I just know there are a new man and a beautiful daughter in your future. And when you find them, you’ll finally be happy again.”

She’d come there angry, ready for a fight. At that moment, all fight left her as she accepted the future her father had seen for her had arrived. She had Nick and Andrea in her life. They’d made it through all the bullshit they needed to survive to get to this moment. It suddenly felt foolish to think of spending even a minute more of their precious time together being angry at the years she’d lost.

That was the truth Nick had been trying to convince her of for the last two weeks. They were always meant to be together, but there would have been no way for a twenty-six-year-old man to meet and be part of her life at sixteen. He’d been ready to become Andrea’s father, to love her… protect her… take care of her in a way Cali couldn’t have. At least, not back then.

She felt the first stray drop of rain as she pulled her cell phone from the pocket of her jeans, shooting off a quick text before stowing it away again. When she looked back at her parent, he seemed like he was holding his breath, waiting for his daughter’s verdict if she would be cutting him out of her life once and for all for his betrayal.

Calista struggled to find the right words. Lingering anger stubbornly prevented her from giving him a total pass, but newfound understanding of the role her parent had reluctantly played in a higher plan for her life helped her feel the first seeds of forgiveness. She loved Nick too much to continue to begrudge him the years he’d spent with Andrea. And maybe, just maybe, it might be time to let her father feel some of the same relief she now felt.

She knew the second Nick and Andrea came into sight behind her. She had the perfect view of her father’s face as he looked off in the distance. As each second ticked by, his complexion paled as if he saw a ghost. Cali could see him trembling and reached out to hold his arms, helping to steady him.

“Impossible…” he whispered. The wind was picking up, and she struggled to hear the soft word.

“I’m beginning to think anything is possible, Dad.”

By the time he looked back into her eyes, she could see a cocktail of relief and confusion warring in the older man’s eyes. It was his turn to demand answers.

“How is this possible? Who are they?” he asked, pure awe in his voice.

She waited a few seconds until she saw Nick and Andi in her peripheral view. To his credit, her father kept his gaze on hers, waiting for her reply.

Calista released her dad’s arm and reached out to her right. Nick moved them closer, sandwiching Andrea between them as they all faced her father.

“They are your family,” she announced.

She finally tore her gaze away from her father’s, and they both turned to look at Andrea and Nick, pride and love spilling out of her as she introduced them. “Dad, this is Nicholas Mikos, my fiancé, and this young lady is our daughter, Andrea.”

It took her dad a few long seconds to internalize her words. When he did, he glanced between Calista, Nick, and Andi and back again.

Nick broke the awkward silence, stepping forward to offer his hand. “Hello, Mr. Petros. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Her father was in shock. He clung to Nick’s hand, refusing to release him as if he was afraid if he let go, Nick would disappear like the vision of him had years before.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to meet you, young man. And I can’t thank you enough for putting a smile on my daughter’s face. She’s lived through so many trials already. I hope you’ll allow her to adopt your daughter. She’ll be the absolute best mother.”

Nick glanced at Calista nervously, unsure how to respond to her father’s comment.

Cali stepped forward, pulling Nick’s hand free of the death grip her father had on it.

“Dad, I don’t think you understand. Andi is already my daughter. I don’t need to adopt her.”

“But… of course you need to…” his voice trailed off. Her father turned back, this time taking a good look at Andrea for the first time. With each passing second, his eyes grew wider. “Impossible,” he repeated.

“We thought so too, but it’s true. Say hi to your papa, Andi.”

Her eight-year-old daughter broke into a beautiful smile that had the power to chase away even the darkest of memories. She knew then the Petros family had spent their last day mourning lost time.

George Petros stepped forward, dropped to his knees, and pulled a surprised Andi into his arms. He clung to his granddaughter who graciously hugged him back. Tears clouded Cali’s vision as she watched them cling to each other as several more fat raindrops fell from the darkening sky.

Calista’s and Nick’s eyes met over the heads of the hugging couple below, and she felt a new peace. The kind of serenity that can only be felt when all is right in the world. It was a calmness she hadn’t truly felt since her innocent childhood had been stolen from her by her cousin halfway around the world. One act of violence had set them all on a crash course with fate.

She knew she had a choice. She could keep looking back, angry at all that she’d lost, or she could look forward to her future with the handsome man looking at her with a totally inappropriate sexy look on his face. Her heart fluttered, feeling wholly surrounded by Nick’s love.

“It looks like we’re about to get rained on. I think we should head home, don’t you?” Nick asked.

Calista watched her father finally pull out of the death-grip he had on Andi. The vulnerable longing in his eyes as he looked at her cut her to the core.

Cali held her hand out to her father. Only after she’d helped pull him to his feet, did she add her invitation.

“How would you like to come to dinner tonight, Dad? I’d love to show you our new home. Andi can show you her princess bedroom.”

It was Cali’s turn to be pulled into a fatherly hug. “I’ve waited eight years for this invitation. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.”

As the raindrops fell harder, Andi latched onto her grandfather’s hand and started pulling him along toward the cars. Over the wind, Cali could hear her asking him, “Cali says you grew up in Greece. Daddy wants to take us all on a family vacation there next summer. Maybe you can come with us and help be our tour guide.”

Nick chuckled as they each wrapped an arm around the other to follow behind her dad and Andi.

“So that seemed to go better than you expected.”

Cali snuggled against his body as they rushed towards the van, dodging raindrops as they went. The rain had started to come down harder just as they arrived at the van where Andi and her dad were waiting.

Nick unlocked the doors. “Why don’t you just leave your car here. I’ll bring you back later to pick it up. You can ride with us,” he invited.

As her father looked toward her to see if Cali minded, he broke into a huge grin.

“Look! If that isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.”

Confused, Cali, Nick and Andi turned to look where her father pointed. In the distance, a bright ray of sunshine shone through a small break in the rain clouds. The four of them stood in the sprinkles, enjoying nature’s miracle until the rain grew stronger.

Nick still had his arm wrapped around her, making her feel safe and loved.

“Let’s go home, baby.”

She didn’t tell him, but she was already home. Home would forever be where Nick and Andi were. She was truly blessed.