Chapter Twenty-Eight
Daphne
I saved my visit to Brandon’s grave until the morning before my flight to leave. Maybe it wasn’t the best plan, but I didn’t want to dally in Atlanta after that. As it was, everywhere I went, it felt as if memories were hitting me like rocks in an avalanche. I was dodging them constantly so I didn’t get emotionally flattened.
As I was loading my suitcase into my rental car, my phone vibrated. Although I had deleted Pete’s number from my phone, I still knew it by heart. I felt the vibration in my palm as I stared at the screen and then decided I might as well get this over with. Avoidance wasn’t something that helped.
Sliding my thumb across the screen, I lifted the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Daphne, it’s Pete. I heard you were in the office the other day.”
