Olivia asked, as Kendra came out of the bathroom into the guest room. “You haven’t stayed overnight for a long time. Not since we had a few too many cocktails after I made us that fantastic lasagna dinner last year.” “It was fantastic. You’re a great cook.” Kendra glanced at Olivia, who was standing in the doorway. “Has it been that long? It seems like yesterday.” “You’ve been busy. So have I.” “You’ve got that right.” She pulled back the sheet and slipped into bed. “Thanks for taking me in tonight.” “Don’t be stupid,” Olivia said. “We’re closer than sisters. Who else would you go to?” “No one. Except Mom. And that would have opened a huge can of worms again.” She punched the pillow and settled in the bed. “I’m fine, Olivia. Go back to bed.” “Shall I turn out the lights?” “Please.” Olivia reached out and flipped the wall switch, and the room was plunged into darkness. She stood there, silhouetted against the light streaming from the hall behind her.
