CHAPTER 33

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I am now sitting on my bed in the guest house, staring at my computer screen with a vacancy in my eyes. It is afternoon, and Loretta is back and making a late lunch in the kitchen. She senses the tense air that still lingers around the main house, but she doesn't ask any questions about it. Either that, or she seems to know more than I do.

I haven't even started packing for Seattle yet; everything seems to be happening all at once and so quickly I'm not sure where to begin. So, of course, the best option is to sit and make absolutely no progress in my bed.

After Fiona was dissed by Sebastian, she stormed off into the dining room without saying a word, and Elizabeth followed. For a moment, I stood there dumbfounded and wondered, again, if I should tell them the reaso