Chapter 50

And there, standing in a shaft of light, was Beau. Snow fell softly all around him.

What the hell? Jack walked, numb, back to his bed and crawled into it, then pulled the covers up to his neck.

He grabbed the remote from the nightstand and switched the TV on, turning the volume down to just barely audible. An infomercial about some sort of slow-cooker contraption was playing. Jack sighed and settled in to watch. 15: Daisy Reveals a Hidden Asset

I was lugging in groceries with Ruth dancing around my ankles, trying her best to trip me, when Daisy emerged from what I had started to call the “big house.”

“You want some help with those?” She bounded off the porch, black hair flying behind her, wearing only a pair of jeans, a black sweater, and a pashmina.

“That would be great.” Both arms laden down with reusable shopping bags, I gestured toward the open hatch of the car. “If you’d just get the paper towels and that one bag, you’d save Ruth and me here a trip.”