CHAPTER FORTY ONE
Avery had to wait a lot longer than usual at the South Bay Corrections house to see Randall.
“What’s the hold-up?” she kept asking.
The woman behind the gates gave her the same pat answer.
“Someone will be with you in a minute.”
Avery skimmed through a few current magazines to keep herself occupied. The activity was strangely addictive. She remembered the days when she was a lawyer, heading to the beach in her five-hundred-dollar bikinis with Rose and Jack and a bunch of tabloids in tow. Jack hated that, she remembered, and so did Rose. Both of them always wanted your attention. You were always working so hard that any break from reality was a must.
At that moment, she realized what Rose and Jack had been trying to tell her over the last few days. Love meant giving
