The following day was Sunday. Elizabeth woke to the smell of pancakes and quickly pushed the blankets away, rushing down the stairs.

She ran into the kitchen, sat at the table, and laughed at her childishness.

"You seem to be in a good mood this morning," Abraham said, reading the newspaper at the end of the table. "How did you sleep?"

Lizzy practically bounced up and down in her seat and said, "I haven't had mom's pancakes in two years. Can you understand why I'm excited?"

Thalia Fletcher had a way of cooking, whether pastries or anything else. Elizabeth's favorite food her mother cooked was her banana pancakes. She could practically feel her mouthwatering at the thought of tasting her mother's delectable food. Abraham laughed at his daughter but otherwise stayed quiet.

Her mother, on the other hand, was singing. Lizzy remembered the song they used to sing at church: Every Praise. She had loved that song so much that her mother had grounded her once for playing it repeatedly. Elizabeth smiled at the memory and began singing with her mother. Lily walked to the table, only stooping to kiss her father on the cheek. Lily delighted in Elizabeth's singing, joining in.

Lizzy's phone ringing cut off their singing.

"Hello?"

"Ellie. You might want to come to get some stuff of yours."

Elizabeth tensed at his voice but answered anyway. "I'll be there after church."

She hung up the phone before he could say anything else and looked around to see her family looking at her, "So, can I come to church with you?"

She didn't finish the sentence before her family hugged her; she giggled and left to get ready.

Dressed in her sister's clothes, she sighed as they parked in the lot. The gray building brought so many memories back as she made her way to the glass doors. She pulled them open but was pushed over by someone.

Elizabeth noticed the tiny body attached to her and smiled at her best friend, Sophia. Sophia Gonzalez. They had known each other since they were in diapers. Their parents had been best friends, so they hung out a lot. Sophia was so short and skinny but had the temper of a firecracker. Her knee-length blonde hair was knotted into some weird bun, her light blue eyes staring back at Lizzy as she squeezed the life out of her.

"WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN? I HAVE CALLED YOU, TEXTED YOU, AND EVEN EMAILED YOU. Could you tell me what I got back in reply? NOTHING! ELIZABETH GAIL FLETCHER EVANS. HOW DARE YOU IGNORE ME!?!"

Lizzy blushed as she noticed people staring at her. "I'm sorry, Soph. I can't believe I let a guy get between us."

Sophia looked at her and finally let go. "I can't believe you either. But you're back now, so that's all that matters. Plus, you don't need a guy to define you anyway."

That's what Lizzy loved about Sophia. She always knew what to say, no matter the situation. She knew that Lizzy didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't push her, but she did give her advice. She didn't know how well she was holding on after everything, but she was glad she finally had her best friend back.

"That was an amazing service. Did you see that boy get the Holy Ghost?" Soph spoke, keeping her voice low as they stood in line to get food. Elizabeth nodded and almost smiled at the memories that rushed back to her. She looked around the restaurant, almost blushing, when she noticed Oliver standing a few people behind them.

Soph looked at her, noticing her almost blush, but ignored it. "Your mom told me the idiot called you this morning."

Elizabeth scoffed, looking at Soph, "Yeah, he wants me to come to get the rest of my stuff. But I don't want to go alone."

Soph almost felt hurt, "Girl, I'm here for you. I'll go with you. And I'll also get a guy friend to help."

Lizzy nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Soph. I owe you."

"No, you don't. It's what best friends do."

Lizzy shook her head, "No, I do."

Sophia looked at her best friend but decided against asking any more questions.

The ride to Elizabeth's old house was full of chatter. Sophia was catching her up with all the news that had happened since Lizzy had gotten married and disowned everyone. 

"So, Natasha and Christian finally got married. I told you they would, didn't I? Anyway, oh, someone's calling." Sophia took a break from speaking for a second before chatting to the person on the other end of the call. 

"Hey, yeah. Would you happen to know where she lived? Do you need her address? Well, could you hurry up? She doesn't want to do this without me. We might need a guy's help. Plus, this jerk might try something. Ok. Ok. OK! Bye."

Lizzy looked at Soph, who hung up the phone, "Sorry about that. He's almost here. He's kind of slow."

Lizzy smiled, shaking her head. "It's ok. I'm hoping we won't need him. Who is he anyway?"

"Oh, just a guy that goes to the church. He's cute to look at."

They burst into laughter as they waited for Soph's friend. They sat outside Lizzy's old house, staring at the white exterior. They waited another fifteen minutes, laughing at old jokes, when a blue Camaro drove beside them, honked, and parked.

Lizzy and Soph exited the car, holding their sides from laughter, and walked to the Camaro. Soph opened the door for her friend and shared a few words before the stranger exited the car. But by the silhouette, Lizzy knew almost immediately who it was.

Oliver. His dark brown hair was slicked back, and he was still wearing the black suit he had worn to the service. Oliver put his hand out for Lizzy to shake. They shook hands.

"Lizzy, this is Oli-"

"Oliver. Yeah, I know who he is."

Soph looked between the two, confused. "How? I mean, he only started our church about a year ago, and you weren't there, and how?"

Lizzy chuckled at her friend, "His dad is my divorce attorney."

Soph nodded her head, still unsure. "Ok. So, how did you two meet then?"

Oliver decided to speak. "I took over for Dad and Tristan a few days ago, and she came in looking for my dad. That's how we met."

Soph nodded again, finally understanding. She sent a quick wink toward Elizabeth but got back to business. "Good then. I don't have to introduce you two. Let's go."

Lizzy finally let it sink in. She was going to see Sean again. She hesitated momentarily but told herself that she was stronger than Sean made her out to be, and she continued up to the house.

Oliver stared at her momentarily as if he was unsure she'd go through with it. He smiled slightly when she shook her head to compose herself and headed for the door.