It was done. Catherine lay down on her bed fully dressed. It
was done. She was done. She wished she could retreat from the hotel. From the
staff and her brother and the children and just be alone. She and Mac had
planned to move into their dream house this summer. The walled garden was going to wow the Garden
Club, and maybe get her on the tour. Now, she didn’t know. Maybe she should
just sell it and leave the island. Go where though? Go home. But she had no
home. This suite in this hotel was as close as it came. And it didn’t feel like
home without him. She lay still and listened to the sound of the waves. That
nail gun. Oh my god.
There was a tap on
the door. No getting away.
“I’m here.”
Kate opened the
door a crack. Catherine sat up.
“I’m sorry. Were
you sleeping?”
“No, just wishing I
could.”
“It was a lovely
party. Thank you.”
“Even though
someone there probably killed your father.”
“What a thought. Anyway,
I don’t want to bother you, but I wanted to tell you, I thought you should
know, my mother showed up at the funeral. We didn’t know she was coming, Bill
and I. But anyway, we’re going out to dinner with her now. I just—didn’t want
to be doing something behind your back.”
“Thank you, said
Catherine. “Well, she was married to him for twenty years or something. I can understand
it.”
“I’ll leave you
alone. I just felt like you should know. Can I get you anything?”
“No. I just want
to be alone.”
“I hope you
sleep,” said Kate.
