Zoe and George Tucker had possibly the most beautiful apartment on the entire Upper East Side. It overlooked the water and the Prada outlet, which Zoe obviously loved.
The Tuckers had scarcely been married a month before Zoe announced her pregnancy with their first son, Mason. After his birth, they hired a nanny and Zoe went back to work. Now, George was one of the most praised lawyers in Manhatten. Zoe had been an even better surgeon before she was fired (George had won a lawsuit against her chapter). Soon after, she became pregnant with the twin girls, Savannah and Layla, barely 3 months old now.
This same rainy day was the day Zoe finally realized how she felt. She didn't belong on the Upper East Side, or in Manhatten, or anywhere in New York.
"George, let's visit Bluebell for a week," she suggested.
George chuckled in a rather demeaning way. "Since when do you want anything to do with Bluebell?"
Zoe sighed, looking down, feeling helpless. "I heard Lavon moved back into town, now that his term's over. I miss him, don't you miss him?"
George didn't even look up from his laptop. "He ruined my first engagement. I'm not a fan of that guy."
Zoe's frustration was boiling. "Well, I think it's time we took Mason to see where he came from. I'm going, and if you like, you can tag along."
George sighed. "Fine. I'll come with you. But one week, and one week only. I've had enough of that place for a lifetime."
The Tuckers hopped on a plane that evening to visit for 6 days. Savannah didn't enjoy the plane ride and cried the entire time.
"Shh, shh, it's okay," Zoe whispered into her daughter's ear. "We'll be home soon."