Margaret’s throat tightened. “I am.”
The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh Lord. Oh Lord, have mercy. Why?”
Margaret stepped forward, her heart hammering. “What’s wrong? Where is he?”
“He’s coming.” The woman’s voice broke. “He’s coming. But ma’am, ma’am, you need to know—”
Read more on the next page ⬇️⬇️⬇️