CHAPTER 35
It was nearly dinnertime before anyone dared venturing up the attic staircase to knock on Jillian’s door. At least her relatives had shown the decency to give her some space. She would offer up some sort of apology at dinner, Connie would forgive her and wrap her up in a hug, and it would be just like the ending of some cheesy family sitcom from the 90s.
At least she had a way back to Seattle. Sunday morning, one of her friends from college would be visiting his mom. He could stop by Orchard Grove on his way back to Seattle and take Jillian home.
About stinking time.
Another knock. At least back at her own house she had a lock on her door. Not that she planned to stay at her parents’ for much longer. If the failed experiment of this past week in Orchard Grove had taught her
