Days passed before Evie saw Sean again. He sent her a text telling her he was interviewing the last candidates for the hotshot crew and would be busy until the end of the week.
She understood. That was completely fine. He was busy, she was busy. No need to read anything into it, just because he’d seemed so distant at the end. Right?
The Dean, a notorious hypochondriac, announced that he felt the flu coming on and asked Evie to stay over for a couple of days. Life slowed to a crawl as Evie helped her mother with the daily tasks of life. Getting her dressed took a good half hour. Assisting her from the bedroom to her recliner was a journey of patience. Molly had to take three pills each morning, and each morning the process seemed to take longer.
Even so, Evie basked in her mother’s prese
