CHAPTER 8: Maggie
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“Damn him.” Maggie stared at her phone. Terry was on his way to her house. She hurried into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair, lecturing herself the whole time. “You are not going to see him. Okay. You’ll have to see him or he’ll ring the doorbell and wake the kids, but you are not going to kiss him. There’s no reason to brush your teeth.”
She went into her bedroom and changed her shirt but only because the T-shirt she was wearing had spittle on it. She forced herself to put on another old T-shirt. Yes, it was tight but that wasn’t why she chose it.
Her phone beeped. He was almost here. She hurried to the garage, opened the door and waited in front of the car she’d borrowed from him. She was going to send him away. She really was.
His car pulled u
