CHAPTER 58
Lincoln slept in the spare room of the Hill House for days. He couldn’t bring himself to sleep in the master room–her room. Nor could he sleep on the couch where they had spent so much time talking and laughing last weekend, or the hammock that had unceremoniously tossed them out when she woke him up, or anywhere really. Virtually every inch of the Hill House reminded him of Grace. If there was anyplace else he could go to escape her memory, he would have gone.
But there wasn’t any place. He was stuck.
He sat on the steps of the deck, not even wanting to be at the table where they had shared so many meals together. He had thought about going to the boat, but even the boat had been touched by her presence. Ruined by it.
Fred and Ginger bobbed around on the floor of the deck b
