the ribbon.
Orange.
She was right.
Light lipstick.
Then I took Caleb’s brass key from my bag and slipped it into my dress pocket.
Nobody would see it.
It was ballast.
I texted Danny.
“Front pew for Grandma. Aisle end near the fans. She overheats. Marin and me right behind her.”
He replied quickly.
“Done. And Tori. I’m glad.”
Before leaving, I sat on the motel bed and checked my pulse against my watch because I’m a nurse and habit survives everything.
Steady.
That might be the strangest detail from
