Chapter 13

Kat didn’t know where she would go now. She couldn’t go back to Gavin’s apartment, could she? She drove to Lillian’s place, ignoring the boarded-up window and the police tape left behind in some spots. A police car sat parked some yards away, always on watch. At least she wouldn’t be completely alone.

The house seemed especially lonely tonight. She flipped on a light and wandered through the house, stopping in her grandmother’s room. She found herself crawling onto the bed that was covered in a quilt Lillian had sewn some years ago when her eyesight had still been good, and Kat inhaled its scent: lavender and Bengay. She smiled. She missed her grandmother fiercely, and especially on a day like today, when she could’ve used her frank advice.

You can’t help men from being stupid, she would say. They were born stupid. All you can do is hope they figure it out before you end up six feet under. Then she would’ve made Kat homemade macaroni and cheese with freshly baked bread and filled her