A British family’s live-in babysitter encourages excessive sugar consumption…
She stood in the room and looked at the sun rays streaming through the windows. It was easy to understand why Gram loved this space so much, even if it was kind of corny for someone to have a whole room just for sewing. Had Allie ever come up here? She couldn’t remember. These days she couldn’t get around or over the fact that Gram had died.
Maddy knew better. She’d trudged home through the parking lot to the spot farthest from the door to her office the previous evening as the sky shook out its daily allotment of winter precipitation. By the time she’d made it home on icy streets, the snow had stopped but the temperature had dropped. Dropped and kept dropping through the night.