Dave kissed Dee gently so as not to wake her and quietly headed into the kitchen. The sun was not up, but there was enough light to see that it would rise into a cloudy sky. When he arrived in the kitchen, Dave wasn’t surprised to see Beattie already nursing her tea.
“Sleep much?” she asked.
“Not at all,” Dave said. “Dee, on the other hand, is out like a light.”
“She’s emotionally exhausted. My poor sister.” Beattie took a sip of her tea. “Would you mind terribly joining me on a walk this morning? I need to talk this out.”
“Sure. Let me grab a pair of shoes.”
They spent the first twenty minutes talking about Dee—sharing fears and hopes as well as what Beattie had read about ...