She saw Zoe again sooner than expected. The next night, after nine, Lorna was lying on her motel room bed trying to summon the strength to go get dinner. She’d spent the day exploring the city, mostly on foot, and was starting to regret it.
A soft tap at her door startled her. She sat up from almost falling asleep, with a sudden irrational fear that it was Jeff, come to take her back home. But then she heard someone call through the door.
“Lorna? You in? It’s me. You didn’t go to bed already, did you?”
Zoe! She jumped up and quickly took the chain off the door, yanked it open. Zoe stood there, smiling.
“Hey. I thought you must be here. The SUV is there.”
“Come in. How did you get here?”
“Cab,” Zoe said, coming in and taking off her jacket. “You look rumpled. Were you sleeping?”
“Wit
