She leaned against the painted wall and exhaled a sigh of relief.
She was finally home. Hardship over. She was free. All was going to be as she needed it to be.
The freshly laundered whites fluttered in the sea breeze and the rush of waves sang in her ears. A dun puppy yipped at a bird. The baby slept at her feet.
“Have you eaten?” Grandmama called, a loving voice on the wind.
“I’m coming,” she smiled and bent to lift the bassinet.