CHAPTER 21
WHEN I WOKE the next day, still air told me the apartment was empty, but that didn’t stop me from peering around the door jamb just in case there was anyone home to see how atrocious I looked in the morning. Nope, nobody.
In the tiny kitchen, I found the cupboards stocked with the basics and a note from Emmy propped against a jar of Nescafé instant on the fold-out table.
Gone to work, call if you need anything. E.
Things I needed... My sister back, Ben back, and a new mother, but I could hardly request those.
Even the little things made me ache inside, like the jar of coffee. Angie had made me my first cupful every morning, and the thought of boiling the kettle for myself made me gulp back tears.
A chirp from my phone sent me rummaging through my handbag in the foolish hop
