Chapter 3
When I wake up, my body thrums with restless energy, and my legs are buzzing. Lifting weights for an hour doesn’t settle me the way it usually does, so I try to work it off by hauling the gym equipment out of the second bedroom and dumping it in the corner of the living room for temporary storage.
It’s Friday afternoon, I’m off for the weekend, and my plans for the coming days include stripping off the faded, peeling wallpaper from the recently emptied room to prepare it for paint. Slowly but surely, I’m fixing up the house so it’ll be ready to sell when I find the property of my dreams. But right now, I’m too jittery to focus on prep work. Another huge cup of coffee doesn’t help.
My house is empty. No Pippin was curled up on the couch this morning when I stumbled through the
