Chapter 3
Laurel Hill, Delaware might have been a small town in a small state, but there wasn’t anywhere else Meg Parkinson would have chosen to live. One of the things she was most proud of was the fact her family was one of the oldest, having been residents of Laurel Hill almost from the time it had been founded in the late seventeenth century, when the town had been nothing more than a handful of log cabins.
Now, though…The town was finally approaching the point it could be called a city. Not only did it have a big box warehouse store just inside the town limits, but it had a strip mall that was evolving into something much larger—enclosed and attracting big-name stores to anchor it—and that was thanks to the two wealthiest families who lived here.
The Parkinsons weren’t one of those
