Chapter One hundred and fifty-two

The drive back home was short. As expected, I met Cameron with the children. He gleamed at me from the counter, where he was, and waved his soapy hand at me.

“You just missed lunch.” He announced. “What’s up?”

I threw my bag on one of the bar stools and went over, embracing him from behind and drinking in his scent. “A lot.” I answered. “But I already had lunch; thank you. I had to; Sally was too distraught.”

He turned around, carefully plucking me away from him. “What happened? Is she alright?”

I shrugged and moved to the fridge, scowling at its contents before finally settling for a bottle of water, which I downed in three gulps. “I hope so. She is trying to hold up well, but I can tell she’s breaking apart.”

I shuddered as the image of the bird flashed through my mind again.

“Okay, skip the suspense. Tell me what happened.”

“She called during the wee hours of the morning, and I went to see her today. She sounded so disordered, frantic, and scared, so unlike herself, and it