Chapter Fifteen
Three days later Paige was on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor as Marge sat on the counter giving her moral support. Her tears had subsided, not because the pain of losing Ian was lessening in severity, but because she simply ran out. From head to toe, inside and out, every inch of her was numb. Working around the house kept her busy, kept her mind off losing him.
The morning after the magnanimous task of getting Rex back home, she had awoken to find a rose upon her pillow. Just as she had the morning when Ian first appeared to her. The red rose left there months before had been a sign of his arrival, a tender salutation. The white rose of the other morning had been a sign of his departure, a final farewell.
She’d pressed both flowers in her photo album. T
