Maddie was up first in the morning, making coffee and warming cinnamon rolls. The coffee had just finished brewing when Liza came into the kitchen butterscotch hair brushed to a sheen, a startling contrast to the black wool slacks and silky sweater she wore.
"You look more like you're going to a funeral than a meeting with an attorney," Maddie teased. But then, at the word funeral, her eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, punkin." Liza enfolded her in her slim arms. "It's okay. We'll get through this and everything will settle out."
Maddie brushed away the tears that wouldn't seem to leave her and gave Liza a watery smile. "I know. I leave it all in your capable hands."
Liza's face turned serious. "Just a word to the wise, okay? It wouldn't hurt to mend your fences with Zach."
"Just like you'
