I finally packed my notes away at Eight O’Clock. Blake wasn’t going to be showing up; that was obvious now.
I may not have known him well, but I knew him well enough that I was sure of that.
I hoped that Brooke would just assume I was tired rather than realizing I was actually upset and questioning me about it, and she definitely seemed like she was too tired to pay much attention to that when I sat down next to her on the couch.
She was still clutching the same half-finished cup of coffee she had made before she came and sat at the table with me, even though it had to be ice cold by now.
She was staring at the TV, but I don’t think she was actually watching it and I thought that perhaps she had finally thought about everything she had left behind.
Looking after me and playing the rol
