CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Although the brothers didn’t get in touch for the rest of the day, meaning she was eager to get home, Lyssa made a deliberate effort to focus on Suzette, who had just arrived at her office.
“I feel like we’re drifting apart,” Suzette said. “That our lives are becoming so different. We’re losing each other.”
“This is a difficult time, that’s all.”
They’d settled on her patient couch after Lyssa poured coffee, but the mugs remained on the end table untouched. Suzette had come to talk. It was obvious that she wanted to get her thoughts out, to put them into words, maybe before she lost her nerve. Though it was possible that she’d been thinking and analyzing to such a degree that there was a build-up of pressure. That, perhaps, forced the words out before they were full
