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Chapters (41)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. EPILOGUE
  41. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

It hurt Avery to see her very strong sister struggle, but the fight was part of the healing process.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Friday, April 23

12:30 p.m.

“Jordan.” She heard the approach of footsteps and recognized the scent of Avery’s organic soap. Relief soothed her tense muscles.

“Avery.”

“You made it,” Avery said easily.

“Barely. I just walked into the wrong shop.”

“A little detour. Nothing that can’t be overcome.” The bangles on Avery’s wrist jingled seconds before her elbow gently brushed Jordan’s arm, a signal that it was there if she wanted it. “I bought us lunch from Thompson’s Market.”

“Terrific. I’m starving.”

“We can sit in the car or find a park.”

“How about the car? Less distractions there.” Her nerves were on high alert, and lowering the volume was a priority.

“Perfect. We’re parked about a block and a half from here.”

Jordan laid her hand on her sister’s arm. “Lead the way.”

“How did the autopsy go?” Avery walked a slow, steady pace, giving Jordan time to maneuver down the street.

“More productive than I thought it would be. Dr. McIntyre is good with narration.”

“Good.”

As they moved down the busy city street, Jordan was more in tune with the sounds of cars rushing past, the thud of footsteps on the sidewalk, and the opening and closing of shop doors around her.

Avery stopped. “Street corner. Waiting on the light.”

When Jordan heard a pedestrian crosswalk sign beep, she began to walk. A car rushed past, coming close to the curb, and Avery backed them up a step.

“Asshole,” Avery mumbled.

Jordan hated feeling vulnerable. In her old world, she would have memorized the license plate and called it in.

“Okay, clear,” Avery said.

The two crossed the street and walked the length of the block. “We’re here.”

Jordan located the curb and fumbled for the door handle. When it clicked open, she folded her cane, sat, and pulled the passenger door closed, grateful for the familiar smells and feel of her car.

Avery slid in behind the wheel. She rustled paper and handed Jordan a fork and napkin wrapped in plastic. Next she pried off a container lid and placed the warm to-go box in her hands. Fork and napkin removed from their wrapping, Jordan inhaled. “Smells like barbecue and mac and cheese?”

“Bingo. Hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

Jordan scooped up cheesy macaroni. It tasted of butter and cheddar. “Fantastic.”

“Good. Glad you like it. I figured neither one of us would feel like cooking today.”

“You said this was from Thompson’s?”

“It is. And he refused to charge me.”

“He’s a nice guy.” She poked around the barbecue. “I should get back in the kitchen. It would be good life-skills practice.”

“You used to be a great cook.”

“Life and the job don’t leave much time. But looks like I’ll have plenty of it.”