My nose wrinkled at the wet smoky stench that clung to the wreckage. It was a complete loss; only the metal frame where the north-facing wall once stood remained upright. Maggie’s gloved hand flew to her mouth with a gasp as she stepped out of the car. “I’m sorry, Magpie.” I gave her a quick hug. She shook her head. “Don’t be. The place was jinxed. Nothing good’s ever happened in that nightmare of a trailer. I should have torn it down instead of remodeling it.” Seth wrapped his arm around her. “We’ll have it hauled away and sell the pad space if you’re ready to part with it,” he said. “Yes. Good riddance,” she said bitterly. “How’s Tess?” “Not good,” I said solemnly. “She’s given up. She told me I should have let her die.” “Not good is right,” Seth said. “Maggie and I have been talking. We’d like to invite her to stay with us until she’s back on her feet.”
