Chapter 25I wished Nola had been here. She could have consoled me. She’d know exactly what to say and what not to say, but Nola wasn’t here. She was down in Denver, probably sleeping. She’d have understood my relationship with James and withheld judgment for it. At the very least, she’d have sat at the edge of my vision and lent mute support.
I dozed a little in the chair where I sat the rest of the night. When I finally crawled to my feet. I took a long shower and tried to get some food to stay down my craw. It didn’t work. Everything came right back up. Still shaky from a bout of nausea, I paused at the front window. A figure stood leaning against the lamppost at the end of the drive staring toward the house. Angry at the morbid interest of a stranger, I threw on some clothes and burst
