“God no,” she said, “but the housekeeper must have. There’s a lovely beef bourguignon and a nice red wine I’ve left to breathe. Barry and I have so much to talk about, you don’t mind eating in your room do you?”

     “Of course not,” Becky said, smiling what she hoped looked like a pleasant smile and not like a grimace.

     “I knew you’d understand,” Heather said as she bent over the dresser to fix her lipstick.

     Becky watched her walk out of the room and she bit back the curse words she wanted to yell. The woman hadn’t even asked about Abby or where they had been. How could she...