“I’m sitting. What the hell is going on? Where’s Mom?”
Her sister took a shaky breath. “Kennedy, Mom was in an accident. Her car was in the shop, and she was in a loaner. We’ve had a cold snap.”
“What?” Kennedy whispered.
“She…” Pru gave a hiccuping sort of sob. “She didn’t make it.”
The earth fell out from beneath Kennedy’s chair, and she curled her hand tighter around the phone, as if that pitiful anchor would help. She didn’t even recognize her own voice as she asked, “Mom’s dead?”
She wasn’t aware of Flynn moving, but suddenly he was there, his strong hand curling around hers.
“The doctors said it was all but instant. She didn’t suffer. I…we need to make arrangements.”
“Arrangements.” She needed to get the hell off the phone. She needed to move, to throw something, to rail at th
