CHAPTER 12: Maggie
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Maggie woke, feeling okay for the first time in what seemed like forever. She sat up and had to steady herself. She was weak but she had to check on the kids. The house was too quiet. She stood and walked down the hallway.
Isabella was in her bed, sleeping. So was Peter, but little Davy wasn’t in his room. She steadied herself on the wall as she hurried into the living room. He was climbing now. If he’d gotten out of his crib...She stumbled over a toy truck on her way to the door. If he’d somehow gotten outside...She staggered to a halt. Terry was on the couch, Davy sleeping on his chest.
Her legs collapsed and she flopped onto a nearby chair. She’d forgotten about Terry. He’d shown up—she had no idea how long ago—when she’d been at her worst. The kids had
