Chapter Twenty-Six
“Great dinner, Mom.”
“Yeah, Mom, good job.” Richard winked from where he sat across the table as he shoved a forkful of spaghetti and meatballs into his mouth.
Richard had remained distant when he arrived home with Ryley. He had hovered in the background with his son, but now he appeared to have shaken off the unease that lingered. How had he done that? Maggie was the opposite; she had a hard time shaking off anything hurtful. Her heart ruled her head, so it was no wonder she struggled to let things go.
“While you guys were out having fun, I made blueberry pie for dessert.”
“From scratch?” Richard asked like an excited boy.
“Mm-hmm,” she replied.
Their eyes appeared to fill with pleasure. After discovering the frozen berries buried in the bottom of the deep freeze
