CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Monday morning, the Columbus Day holiday, dawned bright, glorious, and chilly. Perfect hiking weather. The view from Drew’s deck, across the Sound, was everything autumn in New England was meant to be.
Over breakfast, Drew asked, "So where are you and Margot hiking today?"
I swallowed my mouthful of English muffin, silky with butter and sweetened with strawberry jam. "No idea. She’s going to surprise me."
He chuckled. "If you don’t have other plans, how about if you both come here for dinner? We can eat on the deck. I’ve got outdoor heaters."
"Sounds great. I’m sure she’d love that."
Margot did surprise me, but not in a good way.
She was lying on the couch when I got to the condo, her head propped up on bed pillows she’d brought from her room, a thick, cream-colored
