The next few hours sped by. Six months of Miranda’s life unfolding email by email over thirty messages.
The next few hours sped by. Six months of Miranda’s life unfolding email by email over thirty messages. She started off hesitant, revealing only tidbits of her life, such as how Heather’s mother had moved up from San Diego to stay with her or how she slept with Bamford on Heather’s side of the bed every night for a month until the dog stopped whimpering at night—or how she finally took her dad’s advice and spoke to a grief counselor for teens.
