It's raining in Tomales Bay.
Fitting, Sara thinks as she takes one last long look out over the property that, until about twenty minutes ago, had belonged to her family.
From behind her, sounds of the new owners exploring their new home reach Sara's ears.
Under the realtor's watchful eye, husband and wife exclaim over every last detail of the bed and breakfast's kitchen while the thunder of childish footsteps roar unchecked on the floor above. She hopes that their memories of this place will be happier than hers.
Pulling her crossed arms tighter against her body as protection against the wind's unrelenting chill, Sara walks to the waiting car and, opening the passenger door, lowers herself inside.
Warrick reaches over and tucks an errant strand of hair behind her ear, letting his knuckles pass softly over her cheek.
"You ready?" he asks her quietly.
She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.
"Yeah," she answers, voice shaking ever so slightly, "let's go home."
He gives her shoulder a squeeze, and then slides the car into drive.
Sara doesn't look back. She has a feeling that the weather is considerably brighter in Vegas.