Chapter 14
On day forty-four of sobriety, the phone rang, and the ring tone indicated an unknown caller. Nathan leaped out of the shower with shampoo in his eyes, and answered with a breathless, “Hello?”
“Hi.”
“Laura?”
“Happy fake wedding day.”
“Laura, I’m—”
“I’m supposed to be walking down the aisle right now.”
“I know.”
“In a white gown, my arm through my father’s, smiling at him as he gives me away and signs over more cash.”
“God.” Nathan smacked his forehead against the foggy, full-length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
“Instead, I’m sitting at our old place.”
“Which old place?”
“That restaurant where we first met. The Italian joint off Kingston?”
Nathan drove by it all the time, but he’d not eaten there since he and Laura were a team against the rest of t
