Chapter 11
Evan saw the trouble before Anne did. Gwen’s tiny blue Chevette was in the driveway, earlier than she normally would be on a Friday. He hadn’t expected her at home at all this weekend, so it couldn’t possibly be good news.
Anne caught on before he had a chance to say a word.
“Looks like you can ask Gwen about the counselor.”
“Yeah. No need to wonder. No need to wonder how my weekend’s going to go, either.”
Anne smiled up at him, but her eyes were more tired than anything. Guilt he’d been feeling more and more curdled in his stomach, guilt at taking up too much of his friend’s time and energy.
“Will you be okay, Evan?”
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Crazy as they both are, they’re my family, I guess. We have to get this worked out sometime. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?”
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