Chapter 15

At ten o'clock Sunday morning, I walked into the coffee shop on Elm Street. Audrey came in right behind me and sat at the adjacent table by the window with a newspaper open in front of her. Lauren was already waiting in a corner booth toward the back, both hands wrapped tightly around a paper cup. She looked pale without the careful makeup she had worn on our anniversary night, and the cream-colored coat was gone. I sat across from her and kept my handbag on my lap. "You said you were ready...