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It was close to eleven when Autumn slipped back into the apartment. To her relief, it seemed that Rachel had already disappeared inside her bedroom for the evening, because only one light was on in the living room and the television was dark. She turned off the light, went upstairs, and fell asleep almost immediately. And if she dreamed, she couldn’t remember anything of it.
As expected, Presidents Day weekend was busy, with an influx of visitors that kept all the shop owners and restaurant servers hopping all three days and which made Autumn glad that she didn’t have any plans to go down the mountain to run errands, since she would have had to fight traffic coming and going. Sarah dropped in Saturday morning to check on her, and Autumn tried her best to apologize for bolting out of t
