Chapter 90:Restless

EMMA

"I always forget how beautiful the sunsets are here." I sighed a little and wriggled down in my Adirondack chair, bunching the cushion behind me to get more comfortable. "Or maybe more accurately, I think I remember how amazing they are, and then I come back and realize my imagination doesn't do them justice."

"This is an especially pretty one," my mother, sitting in the chair next to mine, agreed. "But I'm fairly sure they have sunsets in Florida, too."

"True, but not over the mountains," I countered. "Florida is flat."

"I'll give you that." She paused. "But the day we were at the beach on the Gulf last year was pretty damn amazing, if I remember correctly."

"It was. I'm not arguing with you. I guess there's just something about this place, though, that holds so many fun memories . . . it feels like everything here is better than anywhere else." I drew up my feet to tuck them under me, hugging my knees to my chest. "I was thinking the other day about what Nana used to say-t