CHAPTER NINE
Lily dashed from her car to the back door, letting the screen door bang against the doorframe as she swiftly took the stairs to the bedroom, where she pulled two suitcases from the back of her closet and threw them to the bed. She didn’t have much time, since she expected Patrick home from the airport in forty-five minutes, and she had no desire to be anywhere near the house when he arrived. She’d leave a note, or maybe send an email. It would be better for them both if she were no where in sight, let his ire cool and maybe the stinging blow would soften after a few days and they could speak reasonably. Maybe.
She started packing, choosing clothes that were practical rather than fashionable. Life would be changing fast so she’d better be judicious rather than frivolous with
