Bestselling thriller author, I.G. Arenson, i.e. Ingrid Williams, finds it funny how a family home, where childhood happens and siblings play and fight, and their lives spill over into extra bedrooms and nooks and crannies, can suddenly be too small in adulthood. It has nothing to do with spouses or children added to the family. It's simply too hard to mold four matured personalities, complete with their own lives, back into the same people they were as children.A phone call from her older sister brings Ingrid back to their now empty childhood home and their father's funeral. Ingrid, reeling from personal issues she doesn't intend to share with her siblings, simply wants to get the house packed up and sold, so they can all move on with their lives.She and her siblings don't get along well, but in the weeks when she's back at home working on the house, she finds herself entangled in their lives, in their heartaches. She's surprised at her younger sister's resentment towards her, and the guilt she feels makes her slow down and remember the way things used to be. As the days go by, and she and her siblings continue to draw closer and then push each other away, she realizes she doesn't have to go back to her big-city life. She's not sure there's much left to go home to, anyway. Not after what happened just before she returned for her father's funeral.And then there's Luke Ashley, the handy man her sister hired to fix up Dad's house. Is it all in her head, or is there a little something between them? While her family urges her to stay, and her friends urge her to come home to the suburbs, Ingrid must face her own truths. She's missed out on a lot of family stuff, and being gone so long has changed her. Used to being independent, Ingrid cherishes her alone time. But after spending time with her siblings and nieces and nephews, and spending time with Luke Ashley, Ingrid decides maybe home is relative. Maybe it's time she comes back home.