Chapter Eleven
“What did you want to talk about the other day? When we ran into each other at the Pink Bean?” Amelia asked as soon as they had finished exchanging pleasantries. She looked different—better. Her cheeks were a touch rosier and her eyes had more light than shadow to them.
Jill swallowed hard. She had made the call to Dr. Jennifer Scarpa and wrangled a favor she’d have to repay in the future. However, Jennifer would only be able to take on Amelia as a new client as of next month. Because Jill didn’t want to interrupt Amelia’s therapy for too long, especially now she seemed to be benefitting from it, she had decided to wait to tell her.
“I’m sorry about that. It was nothing important,” Jill said.
“That’s not how it came across. It was a bit weird, actually.”
“I understand t
