CHAPTER 40
“I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE that your mom never took you skating. Not even once?”
Katrina dug her hands deep into her pockets, trying in vain to warm them up. “Nope. I think she was afraid I’d fall and break my wrist and have to quit practicing.”
Greg shook his head. “Have I told you before your mom’s a little intense?”
Katrina tried to laugh, but she was still wary of talking about her mother after the way the conversation had turned on the drive over here. She was only now beginning to realize how many parts of Orchard Grove she still knew nothing about. A goat farm with a gift shop attached, an abandoned parking lot turned into an ice-skating rink. She and Greg had been out here for a quarter of an hour or longer, watching as people skated in circles and figure eights while a
