CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Three months later, Rose told Avery that she found an apartment she liked. They were still living together, Rose having still been traumatized by everything that had happened. But she was getting better about it all. The fact that Rose had found a place was a big step, and Avery was excited to see it with her tonight.
As Avery straightened up the apartment while Rose was out, she started to really look forward to the night. She ran a few errands that afternoon, picking up some things for dinner and running a fresh batch of flowers to Ramirez’s grave.
When she returned to her apartment building, she checked her mailbox on the first floor and headed upstairs. As she ascended the stairs, she rifled through the handful of mail she’d gotten: a flier for a sale, her utilit
