Chapter 29
Jack’s gaze periodically bores into the side of my head, but I pretend not to notice. It’s no small mercy the drive to the guesthouse is short. I’m looking forward to a private space to go through Cy’s things. Hopefully, he left some clue to find Seth.
We park behind a charming building with bright blue trim and black and white checkered steps. It overlooks the Atlantic.
“We’re here. Let’s get you situated.”
The inside is newly remodeled but features like the antique doors betray her true age. The mixture of old and new makes me homesick.
“You okay, dear?”
“Yes, this isn’t what I was expecting when you said guesthouse. This place, with the café and the shop over there, reminds me of my family’s coffee shop. I’m homesick.”
Jack opens his mouth to speak but stops when a plu
