CHAPTER EIGHT
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A little over two days earlier July 17th
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KATE ARRIVED AT HOME after a grueling drive. She parked her car and went inside the house, taking her shoes off as soon as she closed the front door behind her. She needed to feel free and was tired to the bones.
She threw her bag onto the coffee table and turned to go into the kitchen. After a few steps, she hesitated. She went back and took her cell phone out of her bag and checked the missed calls. There were about fifteen more. Ryan had made call after call and left a voicemail every time. Kate wondered why he wouldn’t give up. She would have.
Kate threw the phone back on the table and went into the kitchen to pour a tall glass of orange juice. She drank it slowly, right there, leaning on t
