A Winter s WarmthChapter 12
I waved at the Barkers' retreating car before pulling the last bag into the house. I was exhausted. It was almost midnight, and it seemed like six days had passed since we were last standing on Arizona's sandy soil, not six hours. I took two trips to drag the bags to our respective rooms while Mom listened to the answering machine messages and sorted through mail. She was still going strong when I was done, so since I was feeling grimy, I decided to take a shower. A few minutes later, Mom...