CHAPTER 100
Amanda Peterson slid down on the sofa and leaned back against the arm. Jeff lay back against the other arm, his freshly-bandaged feet propped on the coffee table. It was both strange and wonderful being back in the familiar old spots. As if they’d never left, just quietly aged, right here in this place. She stretched her feet out sideways and rested them against his thigh. His hand slid down to her foot and began to massage the arch, right in the tight spot no one else had ever found.
Shelley paced the room like a caged cat.
Amanda wished Clarice was here instead of in the hospital in Plymouth, they’d knocked her out to put steel plates where the bullet had removed bone. Clarice would know how to make the situation okay. She’d smoothed things out for Mandy a thousand other t
