Falling home

You know that saying about how sometimes you're the windshield and sometimes you're the bug? Cassie Madison had shaken the Georgia dust from her feet fifteen years ago, vowing never to leave Manhattan. She had traded up: sweet tea for Chardonnay, fried chicken for nouvelle cuisine, lazy days on her aunt's front porch for ad campaigns and board meetings -- and the guy who broke her heart for her handsome boss, soon to be fiancé. Then Cassie's sis...