On Monday night, Alissa sat in Olympia’s office, because she didn’t want to go home alone. She’d hung around the inn yesterday too, and she’d stayed out in the cove for an extra hour this morning, as it seemed like the tourist population swelled with each passing day. She wanted to make sure there were enough fish and shrimp for the kid’s night at the restaurant.
That had put her behind in the bakery, but it didn’t matter. She had no one to meet. Nowhere to go. She went home for a couple of hours while the sun shone and to get the dogs out of the house, and then she went back to the inn.
People came and went at the inn, and Alissa could sit and people watch while the time passed.
Olympia had seen her and gestured for her to come down the hall to the office. “You should just go talk to S
