“How are you feeling?" I asked Louisa from my phone before Patrick and I left for my office.
When I woke, as per usual, I was alone with a note in Sterling's scrolling script, telling me that he would be to my office by ten thirty. If I was ever going to do as Lorna suggested and tell him how I felt about him before he left each day, it seemed I'd need to do it before I fell asleep.
“The same." Her voice was without its normal pep.
“You sound..."
Louisa feigned a laugh. “I know. Jason said the same thing. I think I'm tired."
I took a deep breath. “I needed to call you and talk about something."
“What is it?"
“I guess, first, it's an apology."
“For what, Kennedy?"
“I haven't been one hundred percent truthful with you or Winnie." I kept speaking, afraid if I stopped I would chicken
