Alice drove away from Hunter’s cabin without seeing him for the sixteenth time, her mouth set in a determined line. Determined not to cry. Determined not to turn around and go back.
Hey, at least she wasn’t crying. The tears had dried up a few days ago, but they hit her at random times still, especially if Westin said something about Hunter or asked her something about his father.
Spring was coming to Hawthorne Harbor, but it didn’t feel like quite the rebirth that it usually did. She made it through her shifts with the aid of her friends and a lot of diet cola. Dr. Murphy had finally returned, and he’d sat them down for a staff meeting to explain his health scare and concerns.
“But I’m okay,” he’d said. “They got the tumor, and I’m undergoing light chemotherapy.”
But Alice knew there
