““As I suspected, Jonathan was already home when I got there. Deep breaths, Kate. Dignity. There will be no crying, whining, or punching anyone in the nose. Probably. He was in the kitchen when I came in. He looked contrite. Apologetic. And he put a glass of wine on the counter in front of me. What is it with the people in my life? Am I at that point where alcoholism has become a viable option? A girl’s got to wonder when everyone around her is always trying to subdue her with alcohol. I picked up the glass and started drinking as I headed to the bedroom. I grabbed a small suitcase from the top of the closet and set it on the bed and started filling it.””
