If Maxine could put her finger on the moment when her life went into a tailspin, she would point back twenty years to the day her daddy died. She tells herself he's the only person who really knew and loved her, and if he hadn't left her behind, her future would've been different. No absentee mother, no stepfather, no rebellious ripping and running as a teenager. And no JD, who gave her wandering young heart a home, at least for a time.
