Chapter 22After a long, cool shower had the bracing effect of waking her from the fog of the last night, she sat in the living room, acutely aware of her need to share, to discuss what had happened with someone who would listen and care.
It became apparent whom she should call—Charisse. Getting comfortable on the bed, wearing nothing but a towel, she took up her phone and touched the magic screen that, when tapped in just the right way, would connect her with her friend.
When Charisse answered, all Cara could manage to say was, “Are you busy? Can you come over to my place? I need you…now.”
Charisse didn’t hesitate. “Sweetie, just give me a little time to put myself together and have my coffee and I’ll be there. Text me the address.”
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By the time Charisse arrived it was close en
