CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Bad FeetPam pulled open the front door by degrees. She bent double and shuffled with a stoop. Her shoulders shuddered with the force of her pitiful sniffs. “What happened to your face?”
“Silly accident. What can I do to help you?” Kit glanced back at Jackson before stepping over the threshold and following Pam along the hallway. She left the door ajar, in case she needed his assistance.
“Nothing.” Pam slumped into a dining chair with a groan. “Instead of fixing my marriage, I’ve messed up everything.”
Kit settled in the seat next to her, stroking Pam’s shoulder in an ineffectual patting motion. When Pam winced in pain, she removed her hand. “Let’s deal with the first issue,” she suggested. “You mentioned an infection. Can I run you to a doctor?”
Pam whipped aside he
