After Margaret finally lets go of me, she wipes her eyes with the edge of her apron and laughs a little at herself.
"Look at me, crying over gifts," she says, shaking her head. "You'll make an old woman emotional, dear."
"You're not old," I say automatically.
She gives me a look that clearly says she knows better, but she smiles anyway.
I help her move the rest of the things onto the table while she keeps touching the scarf around her neck like she still can't believe it belongs to her. Watching her reaction makes the effort from yesterday feel worth it.
Once breakfast is done and I've finished eating, I head back upstairs.
The hallway is quiet, the people in the house re still slowly waking up. When I step into the bedroom, the shopping bags are exactly where I left them earlier.
Zane is gone. Thank fuck... not that I expected him to still be here.
