CHAPTER 58
It’s dark when I see the snowflakes illuminated in the headlights as Justin pulls into my mother’s driveway. I hate to admit it, but I’ve been alternatively staring out my bedroom window and then coming downstairs to make sure the porch lights are on for the past hour and a half.
I’m all set to go. There’s nothing in me that wants to stay a moment longer than I have to, but I’ve already offered Justin a short rest here. He’s been driving all evening. The coffee’s ready, even though I don’t know if he likes his with sugar and cream, neither of which has been found in my mother’s kitchen for at least the past decade and a half.
I hear his car door slam shut, and I freeze halfway down the stairs. Should I wait for him to knock? And leave him out in the cold? I could go and open
