Chapter Eighteen
By the time Kathy hit the highway, she was crying so hard she could barely see. She pulled over onto the shoulder until the worst of it subsided. Since she didn’t have her phone, she decided to just drive to Moira’s house and prayed that her best friend would be home. And that Jimmy wouldn’t be. The last thing she needed was to see another O’Malley.
Rejoining traffic, Kathy focused on breathing steadily and not crashing. She cleared her mind of everything but flowers. She pictured images of daisies and orchids and lilies. Anything but people.
When she got to Moira’s street, she was relieved to see Moira’s car parked in front of the house. She parked behind Moira’s car and went to the front door. Moira answered, took one look at her, and asked, “What the hell happened?”
