She had done nothing but drink and upset people for two days. Time for a detox. She stretched and walked into the kitchen and saw the note. Coffee in pot. Me at church. Don’t leave without saying good-bye. Church. Ugh. Clare hadn’t been to church since moving away from Nebraska. She made a mental note to find a church in Los Angeles. She dragged herself to the bathroom, washed up, and found Cindy’s Motrin. She took them with her coffee and rummaged through Cindy’s cabinets for food. She fixed herself a bowl of cereal while she checked her phone. Nothing from Lucas. Nothing from her mother. Nothing from Dylan. She would see each of them soon enough, she guessed—Lucas and her mother when she went to officially say good-bye, and Dylan later at the airport. She finished her cereal, washed out the bowl, and plopped down on the couch. Cindy was back within minutes.
