CHAPTER THREE
Eight days later...
Karli had somehow managed to navigate Evan’s funeral service and burial, although she still wasn’t quite sure how. A lot of that time was still blurry in her memory, a blessed numbing of senses mixed with adrenaline that she felt certain had carried her through that fateful Tuesday afternoon. She was grateful for it. Some things, she did not want to remember clearly.
Almost as a temporary cease-fire, her stomach issues had dissipated for a few days, then returned with a vengeance around midnight on Tuesday. By Wednesday morning, she had had enough, and at three p.m. she was sitting in her family doctor’s lobby waiting for her name to be called.
The nurse collected her and walked her over to the scales, then handed her a specimen cup. Once Karli had com
