Sarah sat in her car as it idled in her driveway. The day had gone from bad to worse. One of her eighth-grade students had told her his mom had been diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, and now, Dawa’s death. She was stunned. How could this be? She hadn’t known the man very well, but that didn’t matter. He was Frank’s friend, and right now the man she loved was going through this alone. She stared out through the windshield, wishing there was something she could do. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught her attention. She peered up at the rear-view mirror and saw Jack Drummond get out of his car. The young Realtor, whom she’d contacted earlier in the week to discuss selling her house, had a young couple with him.
You’ve got to be kidding me! She got out of her car as he wa
