CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Avery had only ever been to Jack’s house out in Waltham a single time before, and that had only been to give Rose a ride over. She had not stepped inside, nor had she had any desire to do so. The neighborhood was quiet, especially at 3:00 in the afternoon. It was a cute place to live, with thin clean sidewalks for kids to learn to drive their bikes, small yards with just enough space for cute landscaping. The houses were nice yet modest. It was just the kind of place she’d expected Jack to move to after the divorce. He’d stayed in the city up until a year and a half ago, moving out here to a smaller place to live as a forty-something bachelor who had just started to learn to make a real living working from home as a copy editor for a few online magazines.
She parked in
