“That would be good.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’ll pick you up at eight. We’ll go for breakfast somewhere, my treat and still be at the airport by ten. You know you have to be at the airport two hours before your flight now?”
She nodded, stepped from the car and walked toward the duplex. I watched her until she disappeared inside. Then I shifted into drive, heading home, a steady stream of tears poured down my cheeks.
Zoë was too intuitive for her own good. It had been torture trying to keep it together until we’d reached her place. Now, I felt crushed under the weight of what had happened to Jasmine. I thought of the strange imprints I’d seen on Jasmine’s front room carpet and then remembering Patris’ visit to my cabin, a chill swept across my breasts. What he’d done to Jasm
