Chapter Twenty-Six
MAE
Thanksgiving dawned cold and clear. The frosty ground crunched under my feet as I walked out to my car. I was meeting my mother for coffee, and the morning felt good. I felt like things were on track for Rowan and me, and I was almost giddy about it. I felt as if I were in a little bubble, and it felt almost too good to be true. A corner of my mind was braced for something to burst.
I hoped maybe, just maybe, we had already done the hard part as far as karma went. At Firehouse Café, while I was waiting for my mom to arrive, I opened up my email. In a mere second, it felt as if I were falling from a great height. My stomach bottomed out, and I felt sick.
So, I heard you told someone what happened.
The email contained a single sentence in the subject line, and it
