Emily sat in the hospital coffee shop, listlessly stirring a faux cappuccino while her sister visited Dear Old Dad. Facing the hospital’s main entrance she’d spotted Evan Swann the moment he walked in. She slouched down in her seat, hoping he wouldn’t see her. It had been a draining day. She really wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. No such luck. He slid into the seat opposite her. “I heard you found Jackie Willet.” “Bad news travels fast.” “Around here it does. How are you holding up?” Dodging the question she replied, “My sister’s a wreck. They held an emergency assembly and told all the students at the school. She was sobbing before she got in the car when I picked her up.” “I’m sorry.” Emily carefully laid the wooden stirrer across the top of the paper cup. “Me too. Poor kid, she’s been through a lot.” “So have you.” Evan reached out and covered her hand with his. “Does Bailey have any idea who did it?” She flashed to the last time Evan had grabbed her hand.
