Maggie parked in front of the eighties-era ranch house and let out a long, slow breath. She didn’t want to be here. She’d have preferred scrubbing toilets at the inn or studying for the bar exam or being stuck on a transatlantic flight with the seat in front of her jammed against her knees. But she’d never been one to take the easy way out. They’d discussed the details and the options at length last night, and Claudia had made a decision. Now Maggie was here, in part, to lend her support. When she was in Claudia’s place, she’d had people―Porter, Joan, her sisters. It was time to pay that forward.
Bracing herself for a shitshow, she headed up the front walk. The concrete was cracked in multiple places, but the foundation plantings along the side were neat and weeded. The house itself was c
