Chapter Twelve
Kara
After everyone had left, I wandered back into the living room and sat down on the couch, my hands hanging limply over my knees. I found myself wishing Persephone had left me with a pile of dirty dishes, but my friend, trying to help, had made sure the kitchen was spotless before she and Paul led Grayson out of the house and into Persephone’s Volvo. So now here I was, in an empty house with nothing to do.
Gort nudged me with his nose, and I reached down to ruffle him behind the ears. He whined a little, as if sensing my disquiet. “It’s all right,” I said. “My heart’s already been broken once. I know it can heal. But the process may require many pints of Ben & Jerry’s.”
The dog c****d his head to one side. He was a fiend for ice cream, since I let him lick the bowl of
