CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A strange buzzing sound stirred Avery from her deep sleep.
Groggy and hungover, she peeked up. Sunlight filtered through her large bedroom window. She was flat on her stomach in nothing but a T-shirt.
The buzzing continued.
She checked her phone. It was well past nine—way later than she’d intended to sleep, and a lot later than she’d slept in a long, long time. She had five unanswered calls. Numerous text messages littered her phone. They were all from her daughter, Rose. Are we still on for this morning? I’m on my way over. Hey, what’s your street address again? I’m here! Where are you? Your car’s out front so I know you’re home! Mom! Answer my texts!
Shit, Avery thought.
It was Thursday morning, the first day of her scheduled weekend, and Rose was supposed to come
