Chapter 8Post Connor's last text message, my body yearned for positive distraction. When I checked on Emma, my mother had just arrived home and was heating dinner for all of them. The housekeeper had stored a meal in the refrigerator when she'd finished cooking earlier that day; my mother was not the most domestic person I knew. After our chat, I stopped at the Pick-Me-Up Diner for a quick bite to eat with Eleanor. With one hour before Quint's service, it would be beneficial to hold a sibling catch up.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” she teased as I walked inside the recently renovated eatery a few blocks from campus. A turquoise and slate-gray sundress adorned my sister's solid and compact body, features she'd struggled to accept until realizing their value during her field hockey days.
