CHAPTER 24 | Libby
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Everything about Carol’s house is overstuffed. From the glass figurines crowding almost every flat space to the oversized furniture crammed into the cottage’s tiny spaces, I almost don’t know where to look first.
Much less sit.
She motions toward a floral-patterned couch piled high with pillows and when I hesitate, she bats a few of them onto the floor. “Just make yourself comfortable, honey. We don’t stand on ceremony around here.”
I nod, sitting down and feeling crazy out of place even though Finn takes the chair next to me. It isn’t just the situation—well, not entirely—it’s the way Carol looks at him, like they have history and she’s missed him.
Did they? I wonder. I don’t remember much about Carol, but even my few memories barely match her now. The cu
