Mail Order Bride: Falling Into Tom’s Arms
Copyright 20124 Tara McGinnis
Maggie looked at all of the bags and trunks that she’d packed and sat down on the edge of her bed, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of them. There were far too many of them, and far too few at the same time.
She was packing her whole life away, after all.
“Do you think you have everything?”
Maggie looked up to see her father standing in the open doorway. His half smile told her he was joking.
“Father, I’m going away for God knows how long,” she said.
“However long it takes,” he put in. “However long you want.”
“Exactly,” she said. “Who knows what I’ll need and what I won’t. I’m trying to be as thorough as possible.”