Chapter Twenty-One
Katy had seen her sister just the day before, just past the thirty-six-week mark. Becky had seemed big and uncomfortable in the four-bedroom, three-bath house Tom had bought in Hoquiam after relocating them from London. Yes, her sister had quit her job, and Tom had accepted a position on the trauma team at Grays Harbor.
It was a step down, but that was the promise he’d made to Becky: They’d move back, have the baby, and decide from there where to go. The world was their oyster, he’d said, and baby or no baby, that didn’t mean Becky would have to join a PTA and suddenly drive a minivan. They could live anywhere they chose, and that seemed to be all her sister needed. She wasn’t sure, but Becky had a fear of being ordinary.
She was anything but.
“Did you see her?” Tom
