It had been exactly two weeks since her frantic trip home after Jenny’s accident. And now, with Billy Farr in custody and her sister on the mend, she planned to return to Atlanta in the morning. So why did she feel so blah? Perhaps because she worried about her sister’s psyche. Jenny wasn’t talking much about the attack, but was doing her best to convince everyone she was fine, and it was time to get on with things. It also didn’t help that Danielle had to return to her job, knowing she’d have to work like a dog to get herself back into the good graces of the partners of the law firm. She stuffed a shirt into her suitcase and wondered if she had completely derailed her career, everything she had worked for. Danielle rolled her shoulders and drew in a deep breath. She had spent the better part of the last week lining up repairmen to make repairs on the house because she refused to allow Henry back into Gram’s home. She’d discussed long-term plans with her sister on how they could keep Gram in the house.
