Chapter Thirty-One
Except for a small light coming through the living room window, the house is dark when I pull the truck behind Christopher’s car in the driveway.
In typical Georgia fashion, the temperature has dropped considerably, and an autumn wind wraps its cold fingers around me. I get out of the truck and pull the collar of my cable sweater up around my ears. My hand is still a little sore from the burns, and a dull ache throbs just below the surface.
I take the stairs slowly, practicing my speech in my head, but I hesitate near the top. I think about what my mom said about finding my happy and question whether learning the truth about Christopher’s past with Jessica would bring me closer or farther away from it.
I think about Carmen’s business card on my nightstand and about m
