Two days later, Maggie pushed her mother out to the hospital parking lot in a wheelchair. Adam and Katie were there, waiting in Adam’s car, and he jumped out to help Rita.She smiled up at him as he gently lowered her into the back seat and buckled her up.“You doing OK, Rita?" he asked, his voice gruff with concern. “Any pain?”“None, hon,” she said. “OK, let’s get you home then.”At Rita’s building, Adam practically carried her up the stairs to her second-floor apartment. Maggie walked into her childhood home, and as always, she felt a complicated mixture of emotions: love, hurt, safety, sadness. It had been here that she’d been raised, so it was her first home – it was also where her father had died of a heart attack. He’d fallen to the kitchen floor in front of a seven-year-old Maggie, and even twenty-six years later, she still couldn’t look too long at the faded linoleum without seeing him again, jerking and struggling for air. She had no idea why Rita stayed there, and they’d
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