into the house at any moment, she glanced toward the door.
“Business call.” Judy shook her head as she hugged Wyoming. “Why I ever got him involved in flipping houses, I’ll never know. This latest house has been one problem after another and his contractor called as we were pulling in. I don’t know what it was about, but Peter didn’t look happy.”
She returned the hug and allowed the feeling of comfort she found in their embrace to wash over her and calm her. “I know you love to see the houses go from the state you purchase them in, to the dream house that someone will raise a family in. I’ve seen the work you and Dad put into those houses and it’s nothing short of spectacular. You nag at him for working too much, but you work just as hard. You might not realize it, but every time we’ve gone shopping together, I see you looking at things you can use. You specialize in the design features and because you enjoy that, it doesn’t seem like work to you.”
“You’re one to talk. Everyone who checks out our website wants to know who created it. You’ve worked your magic to showcase the houses and what we’re doing.”
“That’s why my business took off like it has. The best form of promotion is word of mouth.” She extended her arm out to the living room behind them. “Let’s sit. Dinner’s not quite ready yet.”
“Too busy for another client?” Judy asked as she took a seat on the sofa.
“Depends on who, the project, and the timeframe.” Wanting to feel closer to Jeffrey, Wyoming sat in his recliner as her sister moved to the remaining chair. “You know I always make time for you and your friends.”
“Actually it’s not a friend of mine, but a Marine that Jeffrey served with, Kyle Phillips. Him and his wife, Staci, bought a ranch and are now operating United Homefront Ranch for service members. They focus on helping veterans adjust to civilian life, and those who are suffering with PTSD. The one-time horse ranch is becoming a safe place for those who risked so much for us. Now he’s looking to create a web presence so that others can find him, and naturally I thought of you.”
“I read an article about him recently. He’s come so far since…” D’s words trailed off as she glanced over at her sister. “I’m sorry.”
Memories of that day washed over her and she could almost picture herself standing on the porch with D as the dark sedan pulled onto the block. For a moment she thought her worst nightmares had happened and they were coming to her door to tell her Jeffrey wouldn’t be coming home. But it wasn’t her door, it was Cassy Weber who lived directly across the street. Weber served with Jeffrey’s unit, and they were deployed together. Everyone knew something happened to their unit, but Weber’s death hadn’t been what she expected. Cassy was now a widow with a young son. In the weeks following her husband’s death, Wyoming watched as the woman tried to hold it together for her son’s sake. Their lives would never be the same.
Cassy hightailed it out of Virginia, and rushed back to her hometown where they’d bury Weber. She couldn’t handle being surrounded by the military any longer. Now living across the country, she was turning things around and made Weber’s death mean something. She built her business Sewn With Love, in memory of her husband, turning the uniforms and clothes of fallen service members into something special for their spouses and families. It began as a way to remember those who were killed in action, but it had gone far beyond that. Any spouse or family member could send in clothes and she would turn them into whatever they wanted. Quilts were the most popular, but she also made pillows, purses, and more. The newspaper article Wyoming read about Cassy’s business flashed in her mind: Cassy Weber has done something for his memory, and for the memories of others who died during their service to our country. She’s turning tragedy into