Chapter ThirteenShe called Mark at home. His voice sounded rough when he picked up the receiver, as if he had been disturbed from sleep. “Hello?”
Jenny took a deep breath. She had decided, on her way home, that she must share something of what had happened with Mark, knowing that he was the only person who would fully understand. But, careful not to sound hysterical, she kept her voice mellow, neutral. “Hi. Hope I haven't woken you.”
“Woken me? No, it's not even…are you all right?”
The question troubled her. Was he that perceptive? “Fine. I just wanted…do you think you could come over? I need to talk to you about…something.”
“Oh…”
Her heart thumped in her chest. His manner, forced, strained, made her begin to doubt her decision to ring him.
“Just a minute…”
His voice grew muffled. O
