Chapter Twelve

        Thunk.
        Clank.
        I jerked back to the present. What had I heard? Was Lucy up? I strained my ears to listen for the patter of her little feet or a small whimper.
        No, the noises I heard were the familiar sounds of the coffeepot and cups being placed on the kitchen counter.
        I smiled and made my way downstairs. A cup of coffee would be nice right about now.
        Distracted, my husband passed me in the hall and planted a kiss on the top of my head as he headed back to the den. I turned just in time to catch his m...

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