Chapter One
Fourteen years later
Hearing a door slam somewhere downstairs, Cam is startled
from her prenap stupor.
"Mom?" a voice calls up from the foot of the stairs in the
foyer. "Are you here?"
She opens her eyes. Tess is home. Can it possibly be three
fifteen already?
She turns her head to look at the bedside clock, and sees
that it is, indeed, three fifteen.
"Be right down," she calls to her daughter, and sits up
groggily.
So much for catching a much needed afternoon nap. Somehow,
the better part of a Tuesday morning and afternoon seems
to have escaped her.
Then again, she accomplished quite a bit today. After getting
Tess off to school this morning, Cam belatedly switched
over her own drawers and closet from winter to summer.
Then she made the usual suburban rounds: pharmacy, bank,
dry cleaner, post office, supermarket. Back home, she thr ...
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