I opened the front window. The ocean breeze ushered in, cooling the place instantly. It had only been ten days since I stood in the kitchen listening to my mom tell me that Grady was gone. I’d left in such a hurry, I hadn’t thought to check that everything was turned off. The bathroom light was still on, and I’d left towels on the floor. I’d been in such a fog, I couldn’t even remember leaving the place or getting into my truck. I switched off the bathroom light and picked up the towels, while Kenna put the milk and eggs into the refrigerator. She was reading a business card as I returned to the kitchen. It took me a second to recognize Mindy’s card, but before I could start with any kind of explanation, Kenna dropped it onto the counter. “Paris, huh? Nice.” She glanced down at the card again. “And who is Mindy Eaton? Does she live in France?” “She’s there on a modeling shoot. She’s a swimsuit model.”
