62 Tuesday Warren County, VirginiaThe sky was indigo blue with only wisps for clouds. Maggie couldn’t help thinking it a cruel irony. After a week filled of dark and stormy skies the sun had arrived just in time for them to bury Katie Tanner’s family.
Maggie had volunteered—perhaps a bit too anxiously—to skip the church service so she could be one of the surveillance details at the cemetery. Funerals reminded her too much of her father’s.
All she had to do was walk inside a Catholic church, get a sniff of the incense, and without effort or will, revert back to her twelve-year-old self. All those emotions that she worked so hard to bury came bubbling to the surface. There wasn’t a day that she didn’t think about her father, that she didn’t miss him, even though he’d been gone now for over
