Chapter 11
Sarah GardnerSarah closed the door behind her and set her keys in the ceramic bowl on the hall table. It felt strange coming home to an empty house—the quiet brought with it some unease. She caught a glimpse of Adam’s keys and picked it up. The key chain was the same one she’d made for him when she had first learned to crochet. It was sloppy and the stitches were either too loose or too tight. They had joked that soon, everything in the house would be crocheted. Sarah put a hand on the hall table to steady herself. An intense pain throbbed in her heart as she gasped for air and struggled to breathe.
It had been a big day.
Going to see Dr. Butler had been overwhelming, but it was the right thing to do. Sarah fished for the brown paper bag of medicines in her purse and headed t
