Chapter 87 Home
- Melissa
- I stood in the kitchen, listening to the sound of the car roaring up the road. I knew it was Tristan; it had to be Tristan. He had promised to be here for dinner, had called again to tell his father he was delayed. Had finally called to say, at 11 pm, that he was on the way.
- Geoffrey sat, waiting, grey and wan, hunched over. He looked so sad and tired I wanted to wrap my arms around him.