“What brings you over?” Al Mason asked, opening the front door and enveloping his daughter in a hug. “Mom asked me to stop by to help her decorate the tree this morning before the craft fair,” she explained, scanning the living room. No tree in sight. Had her mother changed her mind? Or forgotten? Either would suit her fine. She was far from a tree decorating mood. She rubbed her swollen red eyes and yawned. Sleep had eluded her the night before as she replayed the day’s events in her mi...nd. She’d tossed and turned, fighting competing emotions. She was furious with Luke for not being honest with her…for leaving her in New York…for not following her to New York years earlier. But overshadowing her anger was a dull sense of longing and hopelessness—he thought she’d used him. Staring at his goofy smiling face on her phone until long after midnight, she’d fought every impulse to call or text him. Taking off her coat, she tossed it over the back of the rocking chair in the living room.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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