Jennie knew she needed to apologize, but she didn’t know how. The pressure around her chest and radiating down into her legs was indescribable. She shouldn’t have left this project to the end, even if she didn’t have every piece in place. She could’ve sculpted the tree and the roots two weeks ago, and she hadn’t.
And Bennett had given up his entire day to stand in her overheated studio and sweep a blow dryer in a near circle.
Jennie honestly didn’t know how to sort through her feelings, nor how to juggle everything going on in her life. She hadn’t been able to get up to Seattle and see her mother the way she would’ve liked, and while the surgery had gone well and her mother was recovering, Jennie would’ve liked to have been there.
But she barely had her head above water in Hawthorne Har
