Almost a week had passed since Jesse had left. She’d kept busy with the increasing demands of her students and the baking for the restaurant. The long days took a toll on her body. More than once, she’d snuck into the bedroom after returning from school to take a nap. Even with the extra rest, she still nodded off early in the evenings, sometimes before Ellie. Rachel walked into their bedroom as Tori made the bed. “I just started my monthlies, and I can’t find the rags. What did we do with them?” Tori bent as she smoothed out the quilt, flattening her palms along the well-worn cotton material and met Rachel’s gaze. “Wow, that time already? Seems like you just had it.” “No, it’s been a month. I remember getting as soon as we returned from the McRae’s.” She tapped her foot. “Do you know where they are?” Tori’s hand froze. She stood and stared, open mouthed. Blood left her face and rushed to her feet.
