CHAPTER 23
JAZZY
Today was Mike’s birthday. It had been their tradition to go all touristy in their hometown that day, starting with a breakfast at IHOP—he loved their blueberry pancakes—then cycling to the Golden Gate Bridge, and having lunch at Fisherman’s Wharf. He always bought her a treat at Chocolate Heaven. He would go for the dark chocolate breakup chunks, while she swore by Ghirardelli’s delicious milk chocolate caramel squares.
It was the first time since they were kids that Jazzy couldn’t celebrate Mike’s birthday with him. As she sat in the kitchen, she looked into the garden, her eyes staring off in the distance. She didn’t feel like eating. Or talking. Or working. She’d already sent a message to Tommie to hold the fort because she wasn’t going to make it to the office toda
