Chapter 21

Justin's fingers lingered on the phone screen, his eyes darkening slightly. Did Lorraine really not care? He set the phone down and flipped through the calendar over and over. Meanwhile, Lorraine waited for his reply. She had dozed off without realizing it. She woke to the morning light, blinking at the message he'd sent in the middle of the night. "The 8th of next month." She replied with a quick "OK" emoji. It was the weekend, and Lorraine was debating whether to head out with Summer for a walk. She thought of swinging by Westwood Heights to take some photos anyway. But an unexpected visitor beat her to it. Ambrose clung to her life like a piece of gum stuck to her shoe. No matter what she did, he wouldn't go away. Although it was bright and early, Ambrose was already at the Neale residence, carrying a bouquet of roses and a set of breakfast items, clearly trying to show off just how worried he was about losing the project. Lorraine sat at the wide dining table, quietly enjoy