THIRTY-NINE
I followed Caitlin's car back to her place, then walked her to the stairwell.
"Please, will you come up for a drink? Or two?" The quiet desperation in her tone tugged at my heart. I couldn't refuse her anything.
I agreed and followed her up.
"Just give me a moment to go tidy up. Help yourself to whatever you like while you're waiting." She waved vaguely at the kitchen as she headed to her bedroom.
When she returned, I was halfway through drinking my second glass of water.
"You don't want any alcohol?" she asked, still seeming more nervous than she should be.
I shrugged. "I figured I'd wait and see what you were having and water's not a bad thing to start with."
Slowly, she nodded as she opened the pantry and stretched for something on the top shelf. I watched her f
