She’d been in the same sweats and t-shirt for days, not something she usually did. When the doorbell rang, Jill glanced down at her sloppy clothes and her current unshowered state but answered the door anyway. Kelly didn’t wait for an invitation. She walked inside, said ‘hi’ to Rev and then turned to look Jill up and down. “You’re a mess, honey. A hot mess.” “I know.” Jill couldn’t really deny that. “I just love Andrew so much, it hurts to breathe without him.” Kelly shook her head and then looked at the ceiling in frustration. “Okay, you need to start from the beginning. Why did you end things if you love him? You guys were getting married, so in theory – in the absence of some scheme to get around a clause in a will like Jack and I when we were married – it’s a good thing to be in love with the man you plan to marry.” Jill sank down onto the couch and curled her feet under her.
