CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
When she woke up the next morning it was 7:08. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept twelve straight hours. She and Ray were having a leisurely breakfast of the coffee and bagels he’d picked up when Keri’s cell phone rang.
“Can you hand that to me?” she asked, as she was on the couch again and the phone was over on the kitchen table.
“Your days of convalescing are coming to a close,” he growled playfully as he tossed it to her.
She looked at the screen. It was the number for Susan Granger’s group home. She answered, and Susan herself was on the other end.
“What’s up, Susan?” she asked.
“Are you sitting down?” the girl asked in a tone of voice Keri had never heard from her. She sounded unnerved, almost panicked.
“I’m lying on the couch. Why? What’s wrong?”
