CHAPTER 5: PATRICK
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Patrick put the groceries on the table and grabbed the items that needed to stay cold. He opened the door to her refrigerator. The inside looked a lot like his, almost empty. His had some beer, hers some wine. They both had eggs, butter, bottled water and not much else. It was sad.
“Here’s the card.”
He put the items inside, closed the door and turned around. She was staring at the envelope in her hand as if it was worth a fortune and to her, him and Ethan, it was. It was proof Vic was alive, in the area and cognizant enough to care about his father’s death.
She handed it to him and moved to the fridge. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No thanks.” He didn’t care for wine and wasn’t taking one of her waters. Even though it’d kill him to watch those ma
