Chapter 12

On Friday morning, two days after counseling, I was alone at the studio. Jules had gone to collect fabric samples, and I was sorting client files at my desk. The front door chimed. I did not look up immediately. "I will be right with you," I called out. "I don't need much of your time." The voice was familiar. I froze. I slowly raised my head. Maren was standing in the middle of my studio. Maren stood inside the door in a wet trench coat, her expression impatient rather than apologetic. She...