Saddle sore and weary from hours of trail riding, Moriah dropped from the side of her pinto mustang. “Good girl, River. How about some water and food.” She pulled her arms over her head, bent to touch the ground, then straightened up. She lifted her head and looked at the snow-tipped mountain in front of them. The stream gurgled a few feet from her and the breeze brought the tip of her ponytail across her nose. She pushed it out of her sight.
Maggie pushed on the cold door, stepped through, and opened her umbrella. Multiple Sclerosis. What was she to do with that? Thoughts swirled as she stepped off the curb and leaned into the rain. Shoulders down, she trod across the cracked pavement. Rivulets of water racing to the gated drains caught her attention. A perfect example of life—right there—broken and swirling out of control. Would any place calm a galloping heart?
“Oh God, please help me with this one,” Linda whispered as she walked back to her classroom. Her hand slid across the hallway handrail. The warmth of the corridor belied the coldness she felt to her core.
Katharina and Caleigh fell across the beds laughing. Each held their sides and rolled back and forth. When she could finally catch her breath, Caleigh looked up at Sophia.
“That’s the funniest story I’ve ever heard. And to know it’s true just makes it funnier.”
The outrageous laughter started again.
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Gillian turned the latch and pulled an inch at a time. Grandma’s attic always made the hair on her arms stand up. When a creak called out, she froze, then opened the door just enough to slip through. With her hand along the frame, she pulled the handle making sure she heard the click of the latch on the strike plate.
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Clancy’s eyes felt like they would drown in tears.
“I can’t believe you came.”
“I always promised, if you needed me, I’d do my best to get to you.” Rayna pulled her niece into another hug.
“Yes, but most of the time when someone says that, it’s just a platitude. Everyone thinks they’ll do it but they can’t.”
Willow sat looking out the oval window watching the baggage handlers throwing bags onto the conveyor belt. “I hope it doesn’t get broken.”
“What?” Willow turned her head to the speaker.
“You said something. I wanted you to know I heard you.”
Willow looked into the deepest, dark brown eyes she’d ever seen.
As Stacy perused bookshelves of the business, she saw a display of how-to books. How to cook, how to date—she laughed at that one. Yep, she’d failed at both of those and almost burned down her former boyfriend’s apartment. How to quilt … nope, that was her niece’s thing. How to do carpentry. Not a chance.
The stairs beside her led to a loft. As she neared the top, she noticed a pair of black-laced, thick-heeled shoes.
“Can I help you?” A tall, serious looking, black and gray-haired woman with glasses on the end of her nose spoke.
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