Cassandra spent the evening planning the menu for tomorrow night’s meal, flicking through cookbooks and trying to work out what she could pull together given the limited supplies likely to be available at the local supermarket. She settled for a pasta dish—tortellini with salami, goat cheese and Kalamata olives, fresh bread and a baby spinach, Parmesan and pear salad. She made a shopping list sitting up in bed, more than a little amused by her own organizational zeal. She was planning this simple dinner with military precision—a strong indication her mind needed more to think about. The sooner she got back to work, the better.
She went into town first thing to do her shopping, then spent the afternoon pottering around the house. She started prepping for dinner at five o’clock so she could
