On the drive back to Caitlin’s house, Danica kept wishing she’d had the guts to throw her belongings in the back of the Land Rover so she could have driven straight home to Flagstaff from the Florence prison facility. But she’d told everyone she’d be spending the weekend down in Tucson, going over wedding stuff with Caitlin, and if she’d bolted like that after being in Tucson for barely a day, her behavior would have raised even more eyebrows.
Actually, this whole wedding thing was making her a little crazy. Danica knew that Caitlin had tried to take as much of the burden off her as possible, had asked Roslyn’s older sister Jenny to be her maid of honor, even though Caitlin had once hoped that Danica would fill that role. But no way could she do all the wrangling that being maid of honor
