Chapter 7Friday to Monday, October 27–30, 2000
Friday afternoon, October 27, 2000
Gavin almost stayed at home. But he had to see Grey. Sophia was livid. Gavin had never seen her quite so angry. She kept opening and closing her fists, as if it was taking everything she had not to use them on him. A small, slight dark-haired woman, she now had the air of a bird, trapped in a house, with no way out. Even though she was standing still, he could tell she was beating her wings against the glass to escape. Almost without thinking, Gavin took a step back, as if to avoid her headlong rush to break free of the ground and take flight, flying higher and higher, until she disappeared into the sky, seeking a safer, a hidden nest. But Sophia would not, he knew, be traveling alone. Grey would go with he
