Chapter 8

It was Saturday night, and Catherine was enjoying a glass of white wine. These were the moments she lived for now. Drinking some wine and watching television alone.

The doorbell rang.

“Who . . . could that be,” Catherine slurred as she stood up. She wobbled to the door and opened it.

“Hey,” Ava sang and sashayed in.

“Hey,” Catherine mimicked and closed the door.

“I came here to invite you out for drinks, but I see you already have a head start,” she said as she picked up the empty wine bottle on the kitchen counter.

“Yes. And I’m not dressed to go out.” Catherine had on a button-down shirt that was way too big for her. It had belonged to Bruce. He had left some of his clothes at the condo.

“Well, change. I’ll wait. And I’m driving since you already got the party started.”

Next thing Catherine knew, she was wearing a red skirt and a matching top with straps she had bought while s