Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe you did that.” Diane rested her forearms on the small corner table beside the warm fire blazing in the dining room section of the cozy pub. It was mid-afternoon on Saturday, so the dinner crowd hadn’t arrived yet. Except for the two guys watching the sports channel above the bar, they were the only ones in the place. “You accidentally took a sleeping pill before going to his lawyer’s office?”
“Ah, yeah, that would pretty much sum it up.” Maggie couldn’t remember Diane’s deep brown eyes ever looking more shocked.
“Did you snore? Whoa, wait. What are you doing taking sleeping pills to begin with?”
This was the part Maggie dreaded. None of her friends were aware she’d started taking pills for anxiety during the day and pills to sleep at night. Maybe that was
