Chapter 8
Sarah dropped the bag of gifts for the children on the floor, pulled off her gloves, and rubbed her hands together. She had forgotten how cold Dexington could be. Martha Stockbridge stood in front of her, and Sarah’s face broke into a smile.
“Hello, Martha,” she said shyly. This was the woman that had been more like a mother to her. The one that had been there for all those years when Sarah would escape from her house to avoid her parents’ fights. And she still looked great after all these years.
Sarah had first met Martha through Veronica. Veronica had grown up in the orphanage, but you would never have known from the way Martha treated her. Sarah had been envious of their relationship and had been shocked when Martha had also treated her as one of her own. She always had coc
