CHAPTER 29
“KATRINA, SWEETHEART.” Something about the words stopped her cold.
She turned around. Mrs. Porter was frowning at her with a look that was all sympathy. “I just heard what happened.” She wrapped her arms around her neck and planted a noisy, sloppy kiss on her cheek. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. That’s terrible. You must be devastated.”
Katrina was so surprised she could do nothing but blink when Mrs. Porter released her hold.
“You need to let your body rest and recuperate.”
The miscarriage. It had taken Katrina’s brain that long to figure out what Mrs. Porter was babbling on about so profusely. That’s right. Nancy Higgins had leaked the news in the bathroom on Wednesday. It had probably made its way to the prayer chain by now. Katrina had been so focused on her music over the pa
