CHAPTER 26 - REED
SOFT FOOTSTEPS SOUNDED on the stairs as I poured Kim’s coffee into her to-go cup. After she gave me the cold shoulder last night, I figured making her a drink rather than breakfast was the safer option. The steps paused, then resumed with a click, click, click of heels on tile after Kim put her pumps on.
This morning, she’d gone with a black outfit rather than her usual pastel, a long-sleeved dress that looked more appropriate for a funeral. I almost asked “who died?” but I stopped myself just in time. Probably Kim wouldn’t appreciate gallows humour like my ex-colleagues did.
“Sleep well?” I asked instead, then realised her eyes were puffy. s**t.
“So-so.”
“How was your meeting yesterday morning? Did your client fit into her dress in the end?”
“Not even close. It tur
