Chapter Twenty-ThreePaige
After helping Allie and Susanne see all the guests out and clean up, we ordered a pizza, unable to stomach another casserole. The fridge was filled with the well-meaning intentions of friends and family, but we’d eaten nothing but broccoli-rice casserole and tuna noodle for two days straight. We needed a break, and as we sat huddled around the small round kitchen table, a large pie in front of us, a moment of calm settled around us.
“You all right, Mom?” Allie asked, wiping her hands on a paper towel.
Susanne nodded. “Yeah, sweetie. We’ll get through somehow, right?” She squeezed her daughter’s hand.
“We always do,” Allie agreed.
“Where’s Cannon?” Susanne asked. “He should eat while the food is still hot.”
I hadn’t seen him in hours—not since our encounter i
