Chapter Seventeen Lacey sat on the edge of her bed, leafing through the guest book she had seen on the kitchen counter. Danny’s familiar scrawl just added to the emptiness that had curled up inside her. It had felt good to cry, but she was sorry that Max had been there to see it. He had his own problems. “Hey.” She looked up to see Gavin standing in the doorway. “Max said I should come and see how you’re doing.” The love and concern that floated above his words had her sniffing back more tears. A few moments ago, she had been feeling better. Now, she wasn’t so sure. As if realising that, Gavin sat down on the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. She let the guest book fall onto the bed as she wrapped her arms around him. “What was all that about? He’s really worried about you.” She pulled him closer, shaking her head as she tried to understand it herself.
