CHAPTER 51
“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME how your lesson went today,” Greg commented over dinner. The chicken was too rubbery, but otherwise the meal had turned out well enough.
Katrina didn’t know what to say. She’d replayed those last couple minutes in the music room all afternoon. By the time she’d packed up her violin and headed to her car, Miles’ truck was gone. She didn’t know if she was supposed to do anything to lock up and even waited around a couple extra minutes to see if he’d come back before finally driving home like a puppy who’d just been punished.
“I think my voice is getting a little strained from all the extra practice.” She’d made herself two cups of tea with honey already, and her throat still felt raw.
“Well, don’t overdo it,” Greg told her. “Because I have an idea. That son
