Chapter Six
AIMEE TOSSED HER keys into a bowl on the kitchen counter, as she entered her condo. The day had been long and tedious, and she had to force her body to move when Ginny dropped her back off at the apartment. She was exhausted and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. She wanted to call her mom and cancel dinner for that night, but Karla already stood in the middle of the room dressed in a robe, running a towel through her wet hair. She was going, so Aimee had to go. Being responsible sucked sometimes.
“You look beat,” Karla said.
“It’s been a strange day.”
“Well, get yourself freshened up. We’re leaving in a half hour.” Karla turned to walk back into her bedroom, and then paused and turned back around, towel dangling in her hand. “Did you hear about your car? Mitch never
