Chapter Fourteen
Rattle, rattle, clank. Maggie blinked, needing a moment to wake up. She sniffed the spicy aroma of lamb curry. Her favorite. A moment passed before she remembered where she was as she lolled her head back against the overstuffed cushion. She clutched the patchwork quilt now nestled over her. When had she covered herself? How long had she been asleep? Her eyes widened and took in the shadows of the brilliant sunset filling the room.
Maggie’s stomach grumbled, and for the first time in a really long time, she was hungry. She tossed back the blanket and crept across the room in her fuzzy pink slippers. She stopped in front of the wall mirror with the beech-wood frame just outside her sunroom. Her eyes looked glassy, and the skin under them was tinted gray, but at least she
