Chapter 14
The dawn came too quick. In the kitchen, Hank and I sat at the table, silent as men attending a wake.
“More coffee?” I took his empty cup. While Hank had showered, I’d made grilled-cheese sandwiches, but they were still sitting in our plates, getting soft and cold. I started getting out of my chair, eager to kick this cruel day in the teeth.
But Hank stopped me, touching my arm. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Okay…” I set the cup down and rested my back against the chair, my gaze straying to the screen door. The morning was cool and bright, promising pleasant weather.
Hank frowned, skimming the rim of his cup with a nervous finger. Bleary-eyed, he kept tapping his foot under the table. We hadn’t slept much last night but hadn’t said much either. We’d held each other, both of us waiti
