Chapter 22It was impossible to just sit there doing nothing, knowing Jason was just in the next room. The muffled sound of the shower created the sort of white noise that Flanna usually found comforting. Now, though, it was a reminder of everything that had been and everything that was going to be, and listening to it put the last of her nerves on edge. Leaving the gun on the table, she worked at cleaning up the mess she had made fixing the tea, and when that didn’t fill nearly enough time, she started going through the cupboards looking for something to eat.
She rationalized making breakfast by asserting she was hungry. The fact that she fixed enough scrambled eggs and sausage for two had nothing to do with the knowledge that Jason had had a rough night, too. She was hungry. End of discu
