Normally, he would call before dropping by Connor’s and Angela’s house. Today, though, he hadn’t wanted to get into any of this on the phone. If they were out, well, he’d try again later. It did sound as if Angela wasn’t getting out much these days, except to go to the doctor’s and the store, so Lucas thought he had a fairly good chance of catching her at home.
And, sure enough, she was the one to answer the door. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, one hand pressed to the small of her back, as if standing up even this much pained her. “Lucas?”
“Hi, Angela,” he replied, already feeling guilty for barging in on her so unexpectedly. All this mess with Margot must have screwed up his head even more than he thought. “Sorry I didn’t call, but — ”
“It’s okay,” she said. “Come on in. Con
