Chapter Thirteen
The late morning sun streamed through the cathedral window on this unusually warm winter day. Maggie sat cross-legged on the cushioned window seat in the sunroom Richard had built as an addition onto their house. Maggie sighed as she stared out at the acres of thick forest in Olympic National Park and at Mount Olympus on the horizon.
Maggie couldn’t remember ever having been so tired. She shut her eyes as she leaned against the stack of fluffy pillows. After bringing her home, after a rough first night at Sam and Marcie’s, it had been a week of night sweats, insomnia, vomiting, and cramping muscles—and Richard had never left her side. She’d begged them, each one of them, for something to ease her ache, but each had been unbending as they got her through that hellish firs
