“It both angered and frustrated her—at this rate, it would take years to get in her hours. While Cassie might not have had any contact with Steve, he communicated with Amiee on a regular basis. Cassie overheard their phone calls, which her daughter did her best to keep secret. She let Amiee believe she didn’t have a clue what was transpiring between the two. From what Cassie could make out, Steve was checking up on her, making sure she was taking her meds and not working too hard at the salon. A...ctually, the injury was pretty much self-limiting. Cassie had overdone it that Monday and had paid a steep price. By the time Steve arrived she’d been ready to collapse. On Monday, eight days after the accident, Cassie was starting to feel more like herself. It was a gorgeous day in the Pacific Northwest. The sun was out and the temperatures were in the mid-seventies with a light breeze. Amiee finished with her homework in record time without Cassie even needing to ask, which came as a surprise.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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