Cody was scheduled to pick up at the clinic early Saturday morning, and she was standing on the porch waiting for him. It had been a weeek since she had last seen him, four days since their stiles conversations on the phone and a lifetime since she had dreaded any trip more.
Her heart sank to the deepest pit of her stomach when the white Cadillac pulled to a stop in front of the clinic’s porch, where she was waiting.
Cody got out of the car and climbed the steps. Sherry saw saw Heather scramble over the front seat and into the back.
“Hello,” sherry said, her grip on her overnight case punishing.
“Hello. his voice was devoid of emotion as he reached for her bag.
I thought we should talk before we leave,” she said when he was halfway back down the steps.
All right. he didn’t sound eage
