CHAPTER 15
“I’M SORRY DINNER WAS late.” Katrina tried to break the silence with an apology. She and Greg hadn’t exchanged more than half a dozen words since she came creeping home from the church with her violin case strapped across her chest.
Greg shrugged and took a bite of hamburger casserole.
“I saw Nancy earlier,” Katrina said. “She was bringing over some food for the Christmas boxes.”
“Good.”
Katrina stared over Greg’s shoulders. She hadn’t finished the dishes from last night’s dinner yet. There was always so much to do, even though she hardly felt busy. Some days would pass by, and she couldn’t figure out what she’d done with herself. She knew there were enough hours to cover the basic things like dishes and laundry, but even if she had the time, she couldn’t find the energy.
