Chapter Ten
Kate shook out her hands, as she glanced at the clock one last time. She’d been a breath away from making the eleven-hour drive back to Nashville for her final consult, but Cheyenne had urged her to reconsider. Better to lay low, she’d texted. Helene is on the warpath.
Cheyenne was right. Returning to Nashville would only rip open a giant scab. And she didn’t have the energy to deal with the suffocating presence of her mother or Franco at the moment. She’d arranged to borrow Elaine’s SUV for the day to make the trip over to the Voice and Swallow center at the University of Kansas. Her doctor at home had recommended an otolaryngologist there who specialized in vocal disorders. She cringed at that label. Vocal disorders. Thinking of her voice that way sent rivers of despair thr
