Emily froze, just looking at the sadness that appeared to weigh on him when he leaned against the truck made her go to him. She took his hand. She led him to the house. “Katy, time to come in the house.”
She let go of Brad’s hand and watched as he walked, like a man who’d lost everything, into the kitchen and stood before the sink, staring out her small, square window.
Emily popped in a movie for Katy, tucking her blanket around her on the sofa. She grabbed the phone. Gina answered on the first ring.
“Hey, sugar, what’s cooking?”
“Gina, something’s happened. I need a big favor. Can you come and get Katy?”
“Can you talk about it?”
“Not now, Gina. I realize this is short notice… and I promise, I’ll tell you later.”
“I’ll be right there, Em.”
Emily hung up the telephone. She came up b
