CHAPTER 24

Maribel tossed her keys into the fruit bowl her mother gave her as a housewarming present the first time she moved out; they rattled and clanged as they spun to the bottom.  She dropped her bag beside the bed and threw herself onto the squeaky mattress, then closed her eyes dreading a nightmare-filled sleep.  The last three or four days were a blur, and in a few more would seem like nothing more than a bad dream.  She hoped so; she didn’t want to spend another minute thinking about the last two days.

When Beth dropped her at the Jeep, she’d been content to watch the taillights disappear around the corner, but driving home… the silence thundered in her ears.  She’d always preferred solitude, but the last few days had been filled wi...

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