“Jenny Flanigan was grateful. In the haze of sorrow and grief from the past week, she’d spent almost no time alone with Bailey. They’d been together in groups, and dozens of CKT kids had hung out at their house every day since Monday. But she and Bailey had a closer relationship than most mothers and daughters. They needed their time together. Now it was eight thirty, and the boys were off to elementary school. Bailey came downstairs, dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, her hair curled. “H...i, Mom.” “Hi.” Jenny was sipping coffee, sitting at one of the barstools along the kitchen island. She studied her daughter and felt a small burst of happiness. The circles under her eyes told how hard she’d cried the day before, but this morning her eyes held something they hadn’t for a week. Fresh hope. Bailey poured a bowl of cereal and sat at the bar next to Jenny. 134 FORGIVEN “I wish every day was a late start.” She blew at a wisp of hair and smiled. “I could get used to sleeping in until seven.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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