In the midst of finding our way back from the darkness and turmoil of Becca's attack, a welcome beam of sunlight pierces through in the form of Aunt Maggie. My second anchor in life, the one who has been my closest family and guided me through so many storms already.
"Kiddo, I have a favor to ask," she says one morning over the phone, her usual sassy tone tempered by a hint of wistfulness. "Now that things are finally settling down over there, I was hoping you could help an old lady with something important."
I can't help but smile at her self-deprecating joke, relaxing instinctively at the familiar cadence of our banter. "For you, Mags? Always. What do you need?"
There's a brief pause before she replies, the weight of her words giving me pause. "Well...Tim and I have set a date for the
