Ten days later
Kat stood in the middle of her living room, hands on her hips, staring at Olivia in complete disbelief. She was exasperated and angry, and all those things that she’d been longing to say to Liv for the past week were bubbling away just below the surface. She’d refrained from saying any of them, in deference to Liv’s fragility, but she was doing better now, and Kat felt that the time for a ‘come-to-Jesus’ talk had finally arrived.
Jim was next to Kat, and he laid a calming hand on her arm.
“Liv,” he said. “I really, really think you’ve got that wrong. In fact, I know you do.”
“And I’m really, really sure that I don’t,” Liv shot back. “I don’t care what he says… he actually thinks I’m ugly and repulsive. That’s why he’s so polite and distant every time we talk. That’s why
