Four days later
“I want to tell you,” Jenny said. “What happened to me. I want you to know.”
Chris looked up, totally shocked.
Wow. This Saturday morning has taken an unexpected turn.
“You do?” he asked cautiously.
“Yes.” Her face was tight and pale, but she had a determined set to her lips and eyes. “I want you to understand. I want you to know why I panicked the other night.”
He leaned back, his hand clutching his cup of coffee. “You can tell me as much as you want, or as little. I’m listening.”
She nodded, took a deep breath. She f*****g hated talking about this, and no matter how many times she’d been over it with Lori – and they’d discussed it ad nauseam over the previous six years, to the point that it was almost like pushing ‘rewind’ and then ‘repeat’ – parts of it still made
