McKayla's Miracle Revisited
Copyright© 2011 by HLD
Prologue
"You don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable," Maureen said softly.
Although I smiled, the butterflies in my stomach were working overtime. I looked over at my little girl ... young woman, actually ... who was sitting in the passenger's seat of McKayla's BMW. The top was down and a warm breeze blew through our hair. She was so beautiful.
I was happy to have her home from her freshman year of college. I hadn't seen her as much as I'd liked; she had a job and friends and summer trips planned. Still, it was nice to have her back under my roof again, if only to bring some life to my otherwise quiet house.
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