Chapter 17
I pulled into the driveway at home, parking behind Sarah’s VW. I had no idea how our relationship was going to progress. Should I act as if we were still enemies or was it time to move on, to forgive and forget? I might only have a few days left to live. Did I want to spend them fighting with the one person who had always been there for me?
A new kind of butterfly took up residence in the pit of my stomach as I got out of the car and headed inside. Sarah stood beside the kitchen table, a welcoming smile on her face, and I had to laugh. She wore an apron we’d been given as a house-warming present by Connor. The plastic Dolly Parton type breasts jutted out four inches, barely covered by the red fabric of the apron disguised as a low cut dress sparkling with sequins.
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