Snow was falling again as Case and Andrea headed inside of her mom’s house. Leslie’s car was in the driveway, so Andrea’s stomach was in knots as she walked in, but the downstairs was quiet. She hoped that meant they’d stay upstairs so Brent would leave her alone.
Her sister had scowled at her all day at the hospital until they’d finally left about an hour ago. Andrea wanted to patch things up, but until Leslie was ready to talk about it, she’d just have to wait.
“Boy, the snow sure looks beautiful through the picture window in the parlor. It would be peaceful to sit and watch it,” Case said as they walked in the door.
“We can do that, if you’d like.” Andrea really didn’t want to go upstairs where Brent and Leslie were anyway. “I can make some hot cocoa from my mom’s secret recipe.”
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