Chapter 37
Steph fought an intense impulse to go back into her bedroom and hide rather than help her mother get a light lunch ready.
She might have welcomed it as a chance to keep herself distracted from increasing worry about Kim if it weren’t for the guests who’d be arriving any minute now.
Instead she resigned herself to fetch-and-carry duty for setting up an elaborate sandwich buffet on the broad green kitchen island. A dizzying array of bottles of condiments, jars of herbs and spices, and little round mats on the table for all the plates that would hold cheese, meat, sliced vegetables, and everything else that could possibly go between two slices of bread.
All the different kinds of bread her parents had on hand would take up a big section all by themselves.
A steady parade of de
