Chapter Seven
“Pearl?” I asked. “We’re from the library—Ann and Luna. We wanted to express our sympathy to you and Nate and bring you dinner tonight.”
Pearl opened the door and gave a smile, although I noticed it didn’t quite make it to her eyes. “That’s nice of you. Come on inside. Nate’s not here, I’m afraid.”
We followed her into the apartment, which looked a little chaotic. It was clear that Pearl and Nate hadn’t been able to unpack from their move yet. A couple of boxes were still taped and stacked along the walls, but most of them had been opened and the contents rifled through and spilled out the top as Pearl or Nate had searched for whatever item they needed.
It looked like Pearl was taking the edge off her day with a bottle of vodka that had been infused with raspberries. She
