ALTHOUGH I LEFT Chelsey in Dublin, she was still with me. All I could think about was the night we’d shared in her bed chamber and how upset she must be at the moment. If she didn’t already, I knew she was going to end up hating me and that was maddening.
“Are you okay?” asked Mira, when she found me sitting in my living room, with the lights out and the blinds drawn. It was just past seven o’clock in the evening, and I’d been frozen there for the past few hours.
“I’m fine,” I replied, surprised that I hadn’t noticed her arrival. I reached over and turned on the lamp.
“Thank you. I know that you can see in the dark but these old eyes can barely see with the lights on,” she said with a light-hearted laugh.
“Sometimes it’s better not to see what’s out there,” I mumbled.
Mira’s smile fel
