Chapter Kennedy 13

I left the office a little after one, promising to call Louisa as soon as I landed in Chicago. I’d meant what I’d said about staying in contact with her. That thought alone kept me sane as I drove to my apartment, fighting tears.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked upon Mrs. Powell’s door.

“Kennedy, it’s so good to see you,” she said upon opening the door, her cat Polly doing a figure eight around her feet. “Come in before Polly decides to make a break for it.”

I followed her inside. “Jeanne, I wanted to let you know that I’m going to be out of town for a while. I-I...” I took a deep breath as I looked around her apartment. Nearly every surface was covered in knickknacks, small figurines, vases, all sitting upon doilies.

She reached for my hand. “Are you upset about this trip?”

I shook my head, though the truth was yes. I swallowed as tears pricked the back of my eyes. “No, not at all. I just wanted you to be aware. I may not be back in time for our next dinner.”