Despite having been so close to both Sloane and Calla over the past six years, hearing Mr. Bixby relate their shared memories was a new perspective. The picture he drew for her was all too easy to see. "It sounds so lovely." She sighed, her gaze dancing over the garden envisioning those summer afternoons. The squeals and laughter. Part of her wished she had that, but that part of her that was determined to grow up decided in that moment that it was what she wanted for her future.

"I want that." She found herself admitting. Realizing that Mr. Bixby may not have followed her thoughts she looked up at the man, watching as the moonlight highlighted his pale skin. "Children running around in the backyard with their friends." She explained, her cheeks once again feeling warm. She looked away from him again. She wanted a family as tight knit as the Potts family, not the distant broken shell of a family that remained in the Thompsett house. "A happy family." The confession misted into the cold air of the night between them. "Friends around me." She found herself adding, "Around us." It would be a beautiful happy life, Sisse determined, one that would brush away the sorrows and bitterness of her early life. Just because she'd had a rough few years didn't mean she had to stay that way forever. She was in charge of her story, wasn't she?