Of course, at the time, she didn’t know that was the last Christmas they’d have together. She’d joked about how next year would be better—telling her parents they had to wait until she was home from college to put up the tree and wrap the presents. But twelve months later, her parents were gone and Maggie was alone and . . . “I need to go.” Deborah pushed her into a chair then moved to the other side of the desk. “You need to sit.”
