“You have a chance,” she said gently, still holding his hand.
He looked at her and smiled. “Really?”
Returning his smile, she felt her cheeks burn. “Thank you for giving me one.”
The doorbell rang again, and again.
“I guess you really need to get ready,” he said, still smiling.
“I guess I do.”
He squeezed her hand before letting it go. He grabbed the video camcorder from the desk, turned it on, and pointed the lens at himself. “Well, folks. It turns out there’s much more to enjoy at Maggie’s housewarming barbecue than turkey burgers and sugar-infused ketchup.” He flashed her a quick grin, turned the camera away from himself, and left her to get dressed.
Standing in the middle of her new room, Maggie listened to the happy buzz of friends and family talking and laughing, and looked around at her lavender blue walls, book-lined shelves, and flowery duvet. As her eyes scanned the room, she caught the silver bracelet on her wrist in the reflection of her dresser mirror, and her heart flitted in her chest.
For once, everything was just as it should be.
She was home.
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