Though her friend looked as though she’d lost a little weight, she seemed to be doing better than she had the last time Amelia had seen her, back before Emma and Archer’s wedding. Her hair brushed her shoulders in a warm, glossy-brown bob, and she had good color in her cheeks. “I brought you some extra goodies. Some fudge and cookies.” She handed Lori the bags she’d brought. “How was Christmas?” “It was good. We went to Mom and Dad’s. You?” “The usual. It was good.” Amelia’s bland answer got her a raised brow. “What?” “Pip, I’ve known you since we were in sixth grade. A person can usually get a Christmas buzz off of you for weeks after, you’re so full of holiday cheer. What’s wrong?” Amelia let out a long sigh as she stood in the kitchen. She looked out the window over the sink and shrugged. “I heard something I wish I hadn’t a few months back and everything came to a head at Christmas.”
