Coming in 3 days: Halfway There (Midlife Mulligan #1)

My fingers trailed over the fabric of the armrest. I remembered sitting on this couch when I was a tween back when I liked to be close to my grandma, who always smelled of the perfume she kept on her dresser. That scent somehow lingered even as I recognized it was utterly impossible. It had been too long; however, as I sank onto the couch, I could have sworn her scent surrounded me, wrapping me in a hug. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend I heard her whisper.

Everything will be all right now that you’re home.

Now if only I could believe it. Would I finally outrun my bad luck and be able to have a proper do-over of my life?