Chapter 8
Steve called me Tuesday, just before I left for work, to remind me—as if I needed him to—that he was back on his regular duties. “With one too many cases to deal with,” he added wryly. “Call me when you get home, before you go inside.”
It was close to midnight when I got home, because I’d been the cameraman for a breaking story. I debated about not calling Steve, since it was so late, but did anyway. He made me stay on the phone while I walked through the house to make certain I was the only one there. I was—which was a relief.
I fixed a sandwich, feeling very alone and lonely. Something I’d never really felt before when I was at home. I suppose having spent the last few nights with Steve here, despite the reason why, I’d become used to having company. Someone to talk to and s
