Four a.m. came way too early, even earlier, since Maureen had remained in her living room all night doing her best not to hear her daughter and son-in-law in the spare bedroom. She made her way outside with a cup of coffee and sat down in her rocker, staring up at the night sky. She had her daughter back, but she also knew she needed to take her sister out to keep Liberty safe. Ah, Woodrow, what the hell did we do?
Lifting the cup to her lips, she took a slow sip, allowing the warmth to burn away the cold of the past. She never thought following her heart would send her sister over the edge, making her a homicidal maniac. How the hell Imogene expected to get away with g******e was beyond her, but that was the course she had set. And now Maureen had to stop her, and it would probably mean
