The Candles Are Burning (Into Shadow, #6)

by Veronica G. Henry

Maggie felt the unwanted, increasingly frequent stirrings of another bad decision close at hand. In his way, tacit, never loud or boastful, her Francis had underscored the importance of her hearing what he had to propose next.

From the first time he had shown up at her parents’ home, hat in hand pressed to his chest, flowers in the other, her mother had foreseen them being together. Their short courtship and backyard wedding. Their little girl, Annie Mae. Their love. But Maggie hadn’t been gifted with the sight.

I’m just asking you to trust me. Let’s give it some time. If it don’t work out, Savannah will still be sitting right here on this river if we want to come back.”

Maggie was a southern girl through and through, but she hated bugs like someone born and raised in a northern city block.