“I had ever told you that in my late twenties I had a little bit of a drug problem. despite my work in a law firm. High-powered. High stress. I am always trying to deal with all the pressure. I indulged more often than I should have. Behaved much better in my thirties. But after you and I divorced I threw myself into my work and all those old bad habits came back.”
Denver said nothing. He walked around the desk to get a closer look at this Maggie he’d never met before. One tiny drop of blood had leaked from her nose and onto a contact.
“Is she alive?” Maggie nodded at herself. “Physically, at least.
Emotionally, spiritually…gone. It’s Christmas Eve and this Maggie is supposed to be auditing a contract. But this Maggie will work herself into an early grave by age fifty. She won’t need ca
