Chapter Twenty-Seven
Diane felt a little better after showering and dressing in a pair of cotton maternity pants and a very comfortable light shirt. The outfit matched her mood, gray and frumpy, and was at least baggy enough that it provided some comfort even though her back hadn’t stopped aching in weeks. “They’re long gone, so do you mind telling me what’s really going on with you?” she said.
Annie was sitting in the living room with her feet up on the ottoman and a steaming mug in her hands. She didn’t say anything for a minute as she suddenly went quiet, glancing down at her hot tea before taking another sip.
Diane was usually so patient, but she had been starting to go a little stir crazy since hanging up her badge the other day. Being home all day, she was beginning to feel the wa
