But Vera knew now: she wasn’t going to leave. On some level she’d known it since she arrived. She’d been telling herself the whole time that she was only here to fix up the house and sell it, but some part of her had known the truth all along. And now that Duvall thought the house was going to be his, she was certain. She was never going to leave. Not now that, after all these years, she was finally where she belonged.
