CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Emily waltzed through the wintry streets, numerous shopping bags swinging from her arms. Her Christmas shopping had started successfully enough, but somehow she still had a ton of people left to cross off her list. And since she’d already exhausted the stores in Bangor, Augusta, and Portland with her overenthusiastic gift buying, she’d had to drive all the way down to Kittery to procure some last-minute gifts.
She reached her car and dumped the bags in the trunk. As she attempted to squish the door down she felt the heat rising into her cheeks. She’d gone a little overboard this year. But, Emily reasoned, it was her first Christmas with Chantelle; she’d needed to get presents for her school friends, teachers, and all the parent friends Emily herself had made. Then there
